With the combined ubiquity of five o’clock somewhere and rats in London sewers, England’s men will once again be playing cricket tomorrow, starting the first of two series in Bangladesh having only this morning finished one in New Zealand.
Around 7,000 miles and just 29 hours separate the red- and white-ball assignments, which are simultaneously both so far removed and so close in proximity as to pose not merely one of modern cricket’s logistical nightmares but a refreshingly straightforward impossibility: even a close-of-play dash from Basin Reserve to Wellington International and the help of a fair prevailing wind could not have got the keenest traveller to Dhaka in time for the toss and the first of three ODIs.
