There is a lot that’s wrong with cricket at the moment. The longest and oldest format is in a painful death spiral. Franchise leagues are cannibalising the game as the entire ecosystem teeters on collapse. James Vince’s cover drive is still not a regular feature of the England side.
But if I held all the power and could change one thing about the sport I love it would be this: I’d make it easier – much easier – to purchase vintage cricket shirts. I know that’s a pretty selfish desire, like wasting three genie wishes on material acquisitions when eradicating world hunger was an option. But I can’t help it. Acquiring old sports gear satiates me in a way that only a fellow collector could understand.
