For me, the best thing about the Greatest Test Match Of All Time occurred while I was on the bus coming home from work. For some time now, the boys have been interested in the idea that you can score seven runs from one ball. I'm not even sure where they got the notion from; it hardly ever happens in real life. So we have talked about "hitting a seven" quite a bit.
When I got home, the boys ran to the door screaming "Somebody scored a seven!" In normal circumstances I wouldn't have believed it, but the way the wheels had fallen off the England jalopy that day, nothing would have surprised me. I only wish I could have seen it with my own eyes.
