The alcohol Test

150 150 Rob McGibbon

And so, to the second day of the First Test against New Zealand at Lord’s for a happy reminder of one indisputable, joyous fact: a cricket ground is the only place where a man can open a bottle of red wine, sup a pint of beer, or pop a champagne cork at 11am in public and not be accused of being an alcoholic.

It is also the only place that a younger man can visit and be assured of seeing for certain what his future looks like if he continues on his ruinous path of grape ‘n’ grain. It looks like bloated bellies, thinning hair, burst cheek blood vessels and port noses. Not a pretty sight, but that’s cricket for you: it’s one of life’s truly humbling levellers.