It went out with a bang, on a cold, damp, September evening with the run-rate slowly climbing beyond being chaseable and a few drunk people chanting discordantly at a handful of lower-order England batsmen most of them hadn’t really heard of.
Even watching on TV, it felt a bit like being one of the last employees of a bankrupt company, going through the motions, fulfilling those last few orders before picking up your mug as a souvenir of crappier times.
Chris Jordan played though. He was interesting. We seem to have found ourself following his progress this summer and it was very pleasing to see him bowling damn quickly.