MARTIN JOHNSON

I don’t know this for sure, but I’ve always imagined that being accepted for the job of press officer at the England and Wales Cricket Board involves a lot of ceremony.
The measuring for a jacket, the allocation of an office, an oath of allegiance not dissimilar to the Ancient Order of Druids, and a cyanide capsule, to be bitten into in the event of being cornered by an unscrupulous journalist asking difficult questions.
I’m not privy either to the conversation that would have taken place in the ECB’s PR department when the Al...