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If he looks like a cricketer, it's one from a sepia photo, taken at a time when there were more colonies than countries in the world game and tours involved steam ships and stopovers in the Pacific. He looks like a player from the era when his country had just gained independence and its players wore Brylcreem in their hair and had jazba in their hearts to win matches abroad. He might have fit well in that era, walking away from The Oval in a wide-shouldered overcoat, lighting a cigarette before ducking into a jazz bar.
Line up the current England team next to him to see the contrast. Almost all of them, even the one with flowing beard, are generally beautiful men. They have taut, trim bodies and eyelashes as long as their strides. When they stand together, they look like the finalists for a reality pop-star hunt, at once confident and bashful.
In contrast, he carries a quiet vulnerability that you can't help but admire, and then adore. You see it in his appeals lately. There was a time when they were more reliable than the umpire and the DRS combined. But after a tough first Test and unwarranted scrutiny about his place, he allowed himself a little more desperation: now he was just as exuberant for the "umpire's calls" as well, beginning each appeal with a confident turn before slowly crumbling, then briefly appearing shell-shocked, and finally turning his head away and nestling it in the nook of his arm. Entire ghazals would struggle to match the emotional ululation of each appeal.