STOPPED in my tracks this week during a phone call to my son Max who asked if it was possible we might go and watch a match in The Hundred. I paused, waiting for the punchline, but it never came.Then it dawned on me. He’s serious.Now 30, Max cannot be considered a member of the ECB’s “new audience”. He was brought up on cricket and played well enough as a schoolboy to represent Shropshire, survived an emotional maelstrom in his formative years to graduate with a degree in Business and Management and is now pursuing his dream career in photography.So, I ask...