Yesterday saw yet further revelations and startling honesty from Harmison about his homesickness. I’ve written about it before, and Harmison’s spoken about it before – but that only makes the revelations even more bizarre. Not 12 months ago, people – me included – were calling him the best English fast bowler of his generation. Someone who could end up with over 300 Test wickets at a better strike rate than most. Someone who Stephen Fleming and Chris Cairns regarded as potentially greater than Glenn McGrath due to the bounce he offered.
All this, reduced to admissions of homesickness. Still – he did at least help destroy Leicestershire by blasting out 3 batsmen, so all is not lost just yet.