Summary
THERE was Freddie swaying from that open-top bus while the nation watched in affectionate wonder, and Steve Harmison, bowling with raw pace and evil intent. There was Kevin Pietersen batting like a prince, and Marcus Trescothick plundering runs by the ton, and Michael Vaughan presiding over events with shrewdness and flair and never the hint of mercy.
But above all, in that Ashes summer of 2005, there was an overwhelming feeling of optimism, a sense that the game was delivering its brightest promise and that things could only get better. Well, we all make mistakes.See the full content of this document
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Don't Just Blame the Players for England's Sorry Slide
For since then, little has gone right. The Ashes have been feebly surrendered, the fine side has fallen apart, and as for the overwhelming optimism,...
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