I’ve got the BBC’s old bink-bink-bink theme tune tinkering in my head. Again. I don’t care what state the world is in, or indeed how England are faring. The start of the season is something to celebrate, and it’s with great pleasure that I tell you the rain is thundering down in London as I write. Ah, marvellous. Summer’s here.
The first Test is just 12 hours away, or thereabouts, but earlier today I was a bit puzzled by Peter Moores’ decision to call up James Anderson. He was to play the first session of Lancashire’s latest Championship match before driving down to London, acting as cover for the bowlers. That’s fine – but what exactly does Lancashire (or anyone else for that matter) gain by paying for Anderson’s services for one measly session? As it was, Old Trafford was deluged in rain (what’s new?), but presumably Jimmy A is down in London waiting to hear if he’ll be needed (which he won’t; if Andrew Flintoff isn’t fit, England say Owais Shah will be picked).
And if he’s not? He’s sent back up to Old Trafford to continue playing. I understand England’s predicament in a) having cover for their bowlers while b) pacifying the counties, but this current method doesn’t appear to help anyone. Least of all the bowler.
Anyhow. Moving on.