MARTIN JOHNSON
Cricket is the kind of sport that inspires poetic writing, but just at the moment “the gentle thwack of leather on willow” doesn’t seem all that appropriate. “The not so gentle clang of leather on helmet” has more of a modern day ring to it, especially when the ringing noise is coming from your ears after you’ve just been hit on the lid by Jofra Archer.
With so many batsmen getting crusted nowadays, it’s getting to the point where no-one will be able to afford to play the game. Especially at the professional level, where protoco...
