MARTIN JOHNSON

Back in the 1970s, it was nigh on impossible to go to the cinema without seeing a film about skyscrapers bursting into flames, ocean liners capsizing, or an air-hostess taking control of a Jumbo jet with a large hole in the fuselage and down to one smoking engine.
I was reminded of this last summer, when Sky decided to make a disaster movie about cricket, which was every bit as harrowing as having a giant meteorite flying straight for your front room, or being unable to get your gin and tonic refilled because the hostess was too busy flying the plane. They called it Englan...