The DJ sensed the writing on the wall by the end of Australia’s power play. The melancholy strains of Adele warbled around Lord’s as Phoebe Litchfield and Beth Mooney swigged their drinks. Sixty-two for one read the scoreboard. Only yesterday was the time of our lives.
English cricket had wanted to go where the Red Roses and the Lionesses rampaged in 2025. And they did nearly everything right in the buildup. It’s just that no one told the ruthless opposition, who won the toss and said “have a bat”.
