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THE Northamptonshire innings was reaching its close but the tail- ender was determined to sell himself dearly. He skipped on dainty feet to the pitch of the ball, unravelled a flowing swing, then held the pose as it soared through the sunlit afternoon. Monty Panesar was smiling long before the sightscreen resounded with a quivering clunk.
The Kentish crowd, benign and unpartisan, acclaimed the shot. Such is the precarious currency of English cricket that with six elegant runs a spin bowler may be rendered an authentic all- rounder. This is what happens in an Ashes summer; straws are clutched, hopes are renewed, omens are gratefully grasped.See the full content of this document
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Crisis at the Heart of Our Ashes Summer
Canterbury, perhaps the most beguiling cricket ground in all of England, was looking far beyond county considerations to the dreamy months ahead. Could Monty substi...
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