No Australian batsman in his time was easier on the eye

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Does cricket reflect life

How many times had Ken Barrington batted out time in first-class cricket before being expected to do it for England

England’s good cricket doesn’t redeem its failure; it makes the failure worse.

It is a bad sign when a bowler’s presence reminds you of another’s absence, as Anderson’s does Simon Jones with every innocuous over

The worst thing about Michael Hussey is his nickname

Leg-theory in Adelaide almost triggered a riot seventy-three years ago

Operating instructions in the upright urinals beneath the Favell-Dansie Indoor Cricket Centre

In all, it is a ground on a scale and of a character a little more congenial to English visitors

For a weekend cricketer, a spectacle like Steve Harmison’s travails on the first day at Gabba is always poignant

Australian cricketers are abjectly inoffensive according to a questionaire which includes, among several things, the bad habits of first-class cricketers

Rain here was always a phantom of English, and cricketing, imagination

Great concern this summer attended the arrival of the Barmy Army, whose songs, chants and general bonhomie, it was feared, would drown out Australian fans, and render Tests inhospitable – or, at least, interfere with time-honoured parochialism and

The Ashes embodies cricket's most traditional format: five five-day Tests played in white by daylight

The First Test looks like being a tale of two lengths

Duncan Fletcher: The New Illy?

England face two challengers his summer: a team and a country

One of the surprising features of Marcus Trescothick’s travails is that they should have befallen so consummate a professional

Andrew Ramsey's account of his days as a cricket journalist (and why he called it a day) is a fine book, but it ought to have gone further