Thank you for the memories, Stuart Broad, aka Broady, Stu, Nighthawk, master of the celebrappeals, rent‑free occupant of Australian heads and, it turns out in a late Broad-esque flourish, flagrant disregarder of Sunday newspaper timings.
Although the fourth estate can’t have had any grumbles about the late‑breaking news on day three. Ever since this blue-eyed, blond‑haired son of an Ashes winner set off, legs pumping, on a career of surging spells, he has been great copy and a regular back-page bandit. But then when you take more than 600 Test wickets, and are one half of the highest wicket‑taking duo in Test history with Jimmy Anderson, you’re kinda bound to be.
