JAMES WALLACE says our early, pre-conceived ideas about cricketers may be proved wrong but they can take a lot of shifting
Damien Martyn pokes a front-foot block off Andrew Flintoff into the covers and calls his captain, Ricky Ponting, through for a quick single. So far, so hum-drum. In swoops an unfamiliar figure, diminutive in stature but fast, really fast − he’s on to the ball like a Jack Russell on a rat, a blur of white and brown then a streak of dark red. The ball is picked up and hurled in one smooth motion, it’s at this point that Ponting must know he is stru...