Last Friday’s 20 20 match was played in exacly the spirit 20 20 should be played, though the Australian’s looked like the person at the fancy dress party who hadn’t read the invitation thoroughly enough to realise that it was a fancy dress party. The nz team really took all the accolades that mattered in this match. No one really cares who won.

Tasmania’s Ing final win made the world happy. Especially seeing as one of the Tiger’s players is named Geeves, which suddenly justifies an emergent Wodehouse theme in this commentary. Give young Geeves a bit of grease for his hair and the boy could almost be a beyond-the-call-of dutiful valet of unsurpassed intellect and feudal devotion.

The Hayden prophecies are playing themselves out nicely.