I'm still able to follow the cricket via the BBC text service ably attended to by Ben Dirs and an army of text and email correspondents, one of whom came up with this gem earlier today:
"Vaughan so often seems to get our hopes up like this, only to let us down quick sharp - like when the prettiest girl in school beckons you round the back of the bike sheds only for it be a trap laid by the school bully (called Gunther maybe?) who is waiting to knock seven shades of snot out of you."
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