Ricky Ponting always reminds us of the spoilt youngest daughter in a story about an upper class family set in the Fifties. She’s short, ridiculously spoilt and on the rare occasions she doesn’t get her way, she shrieks and shrieks and her facial expression becomes unavoidably punchable.
One of the delights of this Ashes series has been watching Ricky spitting out his dummy about once every five minutes. Sometimes it’s justified, like when England’s twelfth man and physio came out to waste time at the end of the first Test. Sometimes it’s unjustified, like when he questions the umpires for about an hour after every single decision against his team. Whichever it is, it’s always an absolute joy to see his little munchkin face crease up as he tries to fight back the tears.
If someone brings out a DVD of Ponting’s finest bottom lip wobbling moments, we’ll get a stack of chicken wings, a raft of biltong and a barrel of beer in and you can all come round to experience celestial perfection.