By Dan Crowley

The Barmy Army are fond of declaring (rhetorically one hopes) that they will not cease from their mental fight, nor let their sword sleep in their hand, until they have built Jerusalem amongst England’s dark satanic mills.
During a tense Sunday service at the cathedral of cricket, amidst all the communal singing and sermons about the spirit, it seemed for a moment that they’d finally succeeded.
We can’t know for sure what the chief priests and Pharisees of the MCC were shouting as the Australians processed through the Long Room at lunch, but perhaps one or two would have li...