A day in the shop is long, but my old transistor, repaired last monsoon, brings me the gentle rhythm of county cricket commentary. It reminds me of the boys here, playing with a taped ball by the canal, their own long game. England’s new philosophies come and go like the seasons, but the sound of leather on willow, whether at Lord's or in our fields, stays the same, yaar.
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