Frank Keating

Field marshals

Spend half an hour or so in front of a television on Saturday when Hampshire are in the field at Lord’s in the one-day county cup final. I guarantee some vivid <br /> and telling olde-tyme captaincy from the Australian Shane Warne.

issue 18 August 2007

Spend half an hour or so in front of a television on Saturday when Hampshire are in the field at Lord’s in the one-day county cup final. I guarantee some vivid
and telling olde-tyme captaincy from the Australian Shane Warne.

Spend half an hour or so in front of a television on Saturday when Hampshire are in the field at Lord’s in the one-day county cup final. I guarantee some vivid and telling olde-tyme captaincy from the Australian Shane Warne. No matter the tubby blond chevalier is probably the finest spin bowler the game has ever seen — now out to grass in England, it is his combative, cajoling and belligerently inspiring leadership of the hitherto fondly dozy southern county that has become one of the sights (and sounds) of our summers. Warne’s too regular tabloid dalliances obliterated any chance of his captaining Australia, a post he readily deserved for his cricketing nous and nerve, his wit, his wits and his wisdom.

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