We’re warming to the idea that England’s one-day cricket is like life – all crushing disappointments and anticlimax.
You want to be a winner. You want to succeed. You try so very hard to become competent at something, but everything you learn seems to be immediately rendered irrelevant by some development in the wider world. You’re irresistibly drawn to mediocrity whatever you do and more people than you can count are massively disappointed in you pretty much all of the time.
You’re there in body, but essentially you’re just killing time until the umpire raises his finger.