By Phil Walker

Raw: Mikyle Louis showed promise at Lord’s on his first-class debut outside of the Caribbean

On some level it felt churlish, a little joyless, to staunch the flow of wine and song, just for a moment, to commemorate what else we may have lost. And yet how impossible, for any true cricket lover, old or new, legacy or otherwise, to feel anything different.
We’d convened for Jimmy, and in return, as he did his irresistible thing one last time, the sense of propulsion elicited by that still-immaculate glide through the crease was there for us all to savour. Amid the outpouring ...