Peering over his shoulder from his perch of the Mound Stand, Old Father Time will at last look upon something new. Scythe draped over its back, the weathervane has stood prominent and proud at Lord’s for one year short of a century, a constant amidst the ebbs and flows of a fluctuating game ever more imperilled.
It is several years since the World Test Championship contextualised the uncontextualizable game in an attempt to bat away the creeping threats of a sport evolving away from its anachronistic primary form of combat.
