Who of us hasn’t driven past a cricket match glimpsed momentarily through a hedge, unable for some good reason to stop? Who of us hasn’t caught a train, the inter-city 9:15 to somewhere, and seen cricket thin-sliced through a speeding carriage window? Circumstances and countries might differ, but this is the cricket match we cannot, for whatever reason, stop for. It is the match that goes on without us and, because of this, it makes us momentarily sad. Were we to somehow stop the car we were in, or get out at the next station and find the match, we would soon be sucked into what we were watching. Cricket is, in this sense, magnetic. It draws you hither. Donate to The Luke Alfred Show on Patreon.Buy your copy of my book: Vuvuzela Dawn: 25 Sporting Stories that Shaped a New Nation Get full written episodes of the show a day early on Substack.Check out The Luke Alfred Show on YouTube and Facebook.