It was not the most imaginative chant ever written, but that Todd Murphy spent so much of the Ashes Third Test’s final day parked on the fence, close enough to the Western Terrace that he would have heard even a whispered rendition, was telling.
"You’re just a s*** Harry Potter," they sang to the bespectacled offie, the boy wizard, of course, having been renowned for ragging it square in his Hogwarts days. By the time Headingley emptied, the crowd knew about as much of Murphy’s aptitude for potion-making as they did his task of bowling spin.
