England are still playing home internationals and fast bowlers we love are retiring, but we’ll get to those things later. (Well, we’ll get to the second one.) For this week at least, let’s cast our gaze on the final round of matches in the 2026 County Championship, because even though it’s almost October, we still don’t have a winner.

For a while there, it looked like we were going to get a real, three-way, ding-dong, nail-biter of a finish to the County Championship. (Should that be ding-dong-ding? Ding-dong-dang? Ding-dong-dung?) Unfortunately, Somerset and Nottinghamshire slightly knackered-up that prospect by losing last week.

It might still happen though. It’s just a little less likely because Warwickshire start the final round with a sufficient buffer that upcoming coverage of the tussle is likely to be defined by not inconsiderable use of words like ‘mathematically’ and ‘technically’.

This is how things stand before the first pitch inspection:

If you want to derive meaning from that, we’d probably also better tell you that teams get at least 16 points for a win and up to 24 points should they snaffle full bonifications. (It’s eight points for a draw.)

Two significant factors clearly affect point scoring here.

1. Who each contender is playing against
2. The fact it’s autumn

It’s not merely meteorological autumn either. It’s full-on astronomical autumn because these matches begin after the equinox. Even if it’s sunny and warm by day, it’ll be a much shorter span of sunshine and warmth than in high summer.

To be more specific, Warwickshire are playing Leicestershire at home at Edgbaston, where the hours of daylight will drop below 12 halfway through the match. Birmingham gets almost 17 hours of daylight in late June. Even if the sun weren’t also massively higher and hotter at that time of year, this amounts to a lot less pitch drying time.

These things matter. Things could get nibblesome. We’ve seen some seriously low scores in the Championship this month. There is a good reason why cricket is a summer game.

As far as opponents go, Leicestershire aren’t the strongest and only technically/mathematically have something to play for. Even if they manage to score 20 points more than Essex, they’d still need their appeal against a 27-point pitch penalty to be upheld to avoid relegation. Warwickshire therefore have the edge in both ability and motivation.

Somerset have of course never won the County Championship. At some point, it would be nice if they did – if only for their continuing out-of-step commitment to spin bowling over recent years. They host Surrey, who have generally struggled to either win or lose games this season, although they’ve been twice as successful at delivering the latter.

Nottinghamshire host Yorkshire, who we honestly cannot get a handle on at the minute. Their only successful batters this season walk out at numbers seven and eight. It can work though. That’s precisely how they beat Somerset last week.

Send your match reports to king@kingcricket.co.uk. We’re only really interested in your own experience, so if it’s a professional match, on no account mention the cricket itself. (But if it’s an amateur match, feel free to go into excruciating detail.)

Ged Ladd writes…

Our Heavy Rollers group has sat in either the Priory or Raglan Stand at every Edgbaston Test since the previous millennium. When I tried to book there for the 2026 Test, the system drew a blank. We were to be homeless. I booked excellent seats in the South Stand instead.

At the same time, July 2025, I also booked a seemingly excellent apartment in Moseley for me and Daisy. In September 2026, fewer than 24 hours before we set off for Brum, AirBnB informed me that our booking had been cancelled. Total dumpster fire.

By good fortune, in the nick of time, I found a place we’d stayed in before – not ideal for picnic-istas, but well located.

Day Zero: Dinner with Nigel Father Barry

Over dinner the night before the Test, when I told Nigel Father Barry our late cancellation story, he sympathetically said that such stress could make anyone turn to drink.

Day 1: Picnic hell and art heaven

Making the picnic in an ill-designed and barely equipped kitchen is not a job for wimps, yet I mustered smoked salmon bagels, flame grilled chicken and mayo brioche rolls, strawberries and veggie options for Harsha.

Daisy loves graffiti art and there is now plenty of it around Edgbaston.

My picnic worries were exacerbated by the concern, for reasons too cricket to explain, that I might only need to provision picnic for one more day, but might need to do so for two more days. I forged a Plan A and a Plan B in my mind.

HARSHA: Don’t you use a spreadsheet for planning and implementing the picnics?

GED: No.

Day 2: Our party complete but rain also to compete

We were joined by Neophyte Gazza, a first-timer for our group. He asked one of the stewards to photograph us all. Edgbaston stewards are almost universally friendly and helpful.

Following the precautionary principle, I persevered with the most perishable food for the Day 2 picnic, so that no food would be wasted if there was no Day 3 picnic. Hence smoked salmon and cream cheese bagels, strawberries, then chicken, avocado and hot honey sandwiches. Harsha had falafel and hummus instead of the salmon, then feta instead of chicken.

When the rain came, the others rushed away, while Daisy and I sheltered until the rain stopped. Wise locals (and Pakistan fans) did similarly.

Day 3: How might we celebrate the end of our trip?

When we arrived on Day 3, I ran into Bamm-Bamm Rubble and Pebbles Flintstone, clearly lost at the back of the South Stand.

I directed them to the Eric Hollies. Later we saw them, together with a battery of other Flintstones, on the march.

Our former home, the Priory and Raglan Stands, will from next season be a hotel and the Dennis Amiss Stand. Nothing amiss about that naming – Dennis was one of my childhood heroes.

The construction workers were hard at it that Friday afternoon.

I too had been hard at it early that morning. Pickled herring bagels (feta cheese and hummus for Harsha), grapes, then cheddar cheese with spicy tomato chutney brioche rolls for all. “Qu’ils mangent de la brioche,” as Marie Antoinette almost certainly didn’t say.

We didn’t lose our heads, but we were heady with the joy that Test cricket with friends brings. Edgbaston also looked rapturous.

Daisy and I were the only ones staying over on Friday evening. After the others had gone, I suggested that we might continue celebrating our successful event, deep into the night.

GED: Let’s go out on the razz.

DAISY: Nah, I think we’ve had enough Raz today.

Daisy was right. We went back to our emergency AirBnB for a much needed early night.

Just to let you know, we have recently done everything we can to remove the content of this website from the various AI models. If you’d like to know why, please read on. Let’s see whether we manage to crowbar a cricket reference in somewhere to make it worth your while.

To be clear, we have no particular issue with AI technology as a concept – it can be useful for some stuff. It’s more the fact that as a business, it’s slowly strangling independent web publishers and using their own time and work as the garrotte. (Jeez, at least source your own murder weapon, you overfunded clowns!)

We don’t especially mean small sites like this one when we say that. We’re talking more about the medium and larger ones with full time staff – although we’re impacted too.

Web traffic is down, for everyone. People are increasingly getting all the information they want from Google’s AI Overviews or via follow-up questions within the same system. Either that or they’re going to ChatGPT or Claude and doing much the same thing over there.

If you’re a person who finds out stuff and writes about it, those are your main competitors these days. Competition is fine – there’s always been competition – but it isn’t currently fair competition. That’s because AI content is currently colossally subsidised to the extent it is entirely free of charge for most end users.

It is pretty hard to compete with that. (Entirely free! Bargain!)

How are AI firms able to offer this level of subsidisation?

Two ways:

1. Excited “investors” who have been funding all the necessary tech infrastructure and running costs
2. By not paying for their most important raw materials (information)

For those that don’t know the mechanics underpinning the large language models that are being passed off as “AI”, they’re essentially steal-and-summarise engines. Rather than trawling the web, finding relevant information and pointing the user towards it, they instead collate what they’ve found and smoosh it up into a single ‘answer’ so that the user doesn’t have to go anywhere else.

Sometimes there’s only really one decent source out there, in which case that collation aspect becomes redundant. In those circumstances, AI takes the carefully researched words of the one person who knows about that thing and it parrots them to the user. (It might also show them a link to indicate where the information originally came from, but there is literally no reason to click it.)

AI companies don’t pay anything for this information. Not really. There are a few agreements with major publications and they’ve paid a little to license some music and books, but by and large they just take whatever’s out there on the web without charge.

This has resulted in the mad situation where a journalist can spend their working life testing products and writing impartial reviews, only for Google to reproduce all of those findings in its own little box. This allows it to take all of the advertising revenue from people ‘consuming’ that content there instead of where it originated.

Even then, that mindblowingly infuriating situation wouldn’t be half as galling if the AI Overview box weren’t still massively unprofitable due to the almost unimaginable costs of the energy and infrastructure that the technology requires. You’re literally stealing your most important resource and you still can’t turn a profit!? Hot damn!

Business time

If you ask us, a business that is still running at a colossal loss when it’s gained/stolen all of its raw materials basically for free ain’t really a viable business.

No doubt that’ll prove the case one day. Either that or the true costs will be passed on to the users – at which point AI might not seem such an entirely free and bargainous source of information all of a sudden.

That’s all great and the true magic of capitalism and all that, but in the meantime these services remain artificially buoyed competitors who are sinking independent publishers daily because independent publishers are in the quaint, old-fashioned position of being obliged to bring in as much money as they spend. (Ideally more, but let’s not lose our heads to pie in the sky fanciful ambitions here.)

For fairly obvious reasons, King Cricket can’t do anything about the obscene and unjustifiable levels of AI funding we’re seeing at the minute. We can however make an attempt to deny large language models free access to a very small volume of raw materials. We have therefore withdrawn our content from Google Search’s Generative AI features. (You’re obliged to actively opt out, obviously. You’re included by default.) We’ve also done what we can to block other AI crawler bots, although we’re sure they’ve some workaround for that.

We know a few of our readers run websites or similar and if you do, we’d encourage you to do the same thing. You won’t lose any traffic. No-one’s clicking any of those AI Overview links and you know it. If the quality of an AI result for a given query is sufficiently eroded by lack of source data, you may even gain a click. (One extra click! Hurray! Dine out on it!) You get what we’re saying here though: giving your competition full access and use of your work isn’t going to help you thrive.

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All hail the Pakistani dice of change. A match-winning roll was vanishingly unlikely but one die did at least turn up a Razaullah which means the basic concept of the Pakistan Test team can just about limp on. For that, at least, we are grateful.

This isn’t a sustainable way to go about things. We all know that. The fact there’s even a chance it might work still qualifies as good news though because when we first saw the Pakistan squad for this summer, we got the distinct impression that there were simply no good numbers left on the dice.

That was the depressing thing. Pakistan have frequently been bad, but there’s generally been thin justification for some mad hope to cling to and that has kept many Test matches interesting long after they’d ordinarily have been written off as foregone conclusions. This was the first squad we’d seen where there wasn’t even anywhere to hang your mad hope.

But then, two Tests in, Pakistan reached for the Dice of Change, dispatching seven players and a couple of coaches and rolling for some replacements. It was a sad, desperate, crazy, self-destructive move which also brought with it just the faintest sliver of mad hope.

A lot of dice were airborne. Maybe one of them would land favourably?

Set against this was the quite rational fear that you simply can’t keep doing this. You just can’t. Pakistan’s talent burn rate is now so ferocious that a player like 23-year-old Naseem Shah is spoken about as if is best days are long since over, while 26-year-old Shaheen Afridi is tearfully lamented as if he’s on the cusp of retirement.

Shah was 16 when he made his Test debut and fast bowling careers only seem to have shortened since. When you’ve hit that level of churn, there are simply no younger generations left to turn to.

But while the ‘picking-random-youngsters-nobody’s-heard-of’ pool can only be far shallower, it seems it isn’t yet entirely dry. Razaullah had played eight first-class games before his call-up. We have no idea how he came to be selected.

Every ball of his first over was faster than any Pakistan bowler had managed all series and one of them dismissed Joe Root.

This alone was incredibly silly, but the match then largely continued as the rest of the series had, with England ambling towards a facile victory.

Pakistan were still eight runs behind when Razaullah came out to bat at nine in the second innings. The match was over.

Nine sixes later, it wasn’t over.

When two wickets fell in the first over of England’s pursuit of 130, an old, almost forgotten sensation unexpectedly welled up.

“Hmm, this is starting to get a bit… Wait! I remember this! We’re being Pakistanned here, aren’t we!? They’ve flicked the switch and they’re Pakistanning us!”

They weren’t, as it turned out – but it was an adrenal shot to feel even the possibility there for a short while. This is what Test cricket delivers best: unexpected corners. We’ve not had many of those recently.

With quite breath-takingly cruel timing, Sky had shown a documentary about Shoaib Akhtar midway through the first Test, when the medium-pacers had been chugging away. (We can all see what’s missing, Sky! You don’t need to literally broadcast a full documentary about the very embodiment of it.)

Please tell us the secret of managing the very difficult emotions that arise when watching the Pakistan bowling attack against England

After the third Test, we’d recovered just the faintest whiff of that sort of thing. Razaullah’s Test debut therefore keeps the idea of the Pakistan Test cricket team alive. For now. Not healthy, but alive… technically. At this point, we’ll settle for that.

So while we previewed the series with the grim news that Pakistan didn’t even have a means of being unexpectedly brilliant any more, we are reassured that those days aren’t yet definitively over.

These aberrations don’t change the direction of travel though. Pakistan’s is a cricket culture that has an enviable ability to generate the rarest and most glistening attributes and that is unfortunately allied to a professional cricket system that is peerless at then sanding them off.

As we wrote the other week when lamenting the lack of fast bowlers, it’s almost as if the national board has put together a high friction talent funnel so it can mismanage more efficiently. Exciting players go in; worse ones come out.

‘A fast bowler, you say? But what have you got to offer if we break you and in so doing brake you? How good are you then? What we’re really looking for here are players who can perform when shorn of the very qualities that make them special.’

Good luck, Razaullah. At least we’ll always have your debut.

Edgbaston has a load of “Send money to Pakistan” adverts on the boundary boards for this Test match. At this point in the tour, it’s easy to read that as some kind of charity fundraiser.

Why would anyone shoot fish in a barrel? What’s the point? Save your ammo.

Shooting fish in a barrel is the kind of over the top, right-wing American thing someone like Pete Hegseth would do to showcase his lethality/masculinity – entirely oblivious to the fact it demonstrates the exact opposite.

You want a fish? Just grab one. Even easier: tip the barrel over.

There are so many better options than guns. Ollie Robinson strikes us as a harpoon man – just a few accurate jabs and he’ll get his fish. At least we assume that’s how he went about things because the piscine death toll climbed so rapidly this morning we never actually had time to commit the early executions to memory.

Whatever Robinson did, he must have extracted plenty of liquid as well, because by the time Josh Tongue was bowling after the drinks break it seemed like the barrel contained more fish than water. It was hard to miss.

The only fish batter to emerge in credit was Saud Shakeel, who top scored with 43 after the top five had all failed to reach double figures.

Mohammad Abbas – who has never once hit a 50 in over 300 professional appearances – was the second highest scorer with 21. We assume he was inspired by being entrusted with the lofty number 10 slot.

The bottom step of what we like to term the top scorers podium was occupied by number nine, Razaullah – a man who at that point had as many Test appearances to his name as names to his Test appearances (which is to say ‘one’).

Based on that alone, we imagined further names and Test appearances would follow and indeed, by the evening session, he was already being referred to as ‘Razaullah Khan’. Uplifted by this rapid expansion in nomenclature, he took it upon himself to bowl at least 10mph faster than any other Pakistan bowler all series.

Hush, child! The Pakistani dice of change are airborne!

Maybe Pakistan’s problem is that they don’t have enough specialist mentors.

That old notion that there is rarely smoke without fire is frequently exploited in politics. In many campaigns, the job’s half done if you can force your opponent to talk about some outlandish allegation or other, regardless of what they actually say.

As former US President Lyndon B Johnson supposedly once said when attempting to seed a scurrilous porcine rumour: “Of course it ain’t true – but let’s make the son of a bitch deny it.”

So it is that we find ourself at a point where a BBC report on Pakistan contains the following line about stand-in Test coach Mike Hesson:

“Hesson also refuted suggestions that Mohammad Imran and Mohammad Imran Jr were both called up as replacements because the PCB was confused by their names.”

It’s not quite the same situation: rival cricket boards aren’t seeking to bring down the PCB – because why would they bother? It’s more that the PCB has reached a point where journalists are apparently asking these questions in earnest.

Hush, child! The Pakistani dice of change are airborne!

What is a ‘specialist mentor’?

Is it higher ranking than a common or garden mentor? Does it mean that person specialises in the dynamics of mentor-protegé relationships, or does it mean they reserve their mentorship only for the specialists? If so, specialists in what? Batters? Bowlers? Endocrinologists?

We only ask because Kevin Pietersen has been appointed ‘Specialist Mentor to England Men’s white ball teams’.

Assistant coach? Batting coach? No? You didn’t fancy either of those job titles?

Happy Mondays used to list Bez’s responsibilities as “vibes”.

Let’s see if we can sum up Kevin Pietersen’s entire career by looking at one innings – but no, not by using that one

Send your match reports to king@kingcricket.co.uk. We’re only really interested in your own experience, so if it’s a professional match, on no account mention the cricket itself. (But if it’s an amateur match, feel free to go into excruciating detail.)

A P Webster writes…

Any chance to visit a new cricket ground is hard to pass up, even if it’s only ‘new’ in the sense of not being one the person in question has visited previously. When it’s genuinely, actually, ‘new’ then the chance is even harder to pass up. And when the cricket ground in question is built adjacent to – and maybe even on – some land previously farmed by the family of the person in question, well, that’s no choice at all.

So it was that on a Thursday morning, about half an hour later than planned, ‘due to a member of train staff being unavailable’, my Dad and I (along with a group of other cricket fans, mainly of a demographic that made me feel quite young) hopped off the 111 bus which had transported us from Preston station to what was previously Woodcock Farm but is now very much the AO Farington Cricket ground. 

Before we even went through the new pedestrian gates, my Dad was (metaphorically) transported back to the 1960s, when he’d spent some time living with relatives in the area so as not to disrupt his education whilst his own Dad was working elsewhere.

In fact before we’d even got to the ground, the TARDIS-like powers of the Stagecoach conveyance had begun to take effect, as we passed the Morrisons Daily where, no doubt many changes of ownership previously, my Dad had lent someone his coat and never got it back.

After a fair bit of taking of photos of various buildings which either did, or notably didn’t, look like they had six decades previously, we made our way into the ground itself, making it through the extremely relaxed bag checks (Metal cutlery was not allowed in, and there was a pint cup full of it to illustrate the point, but soft drink cans were, almost unprecedentedly for a 2020s sporting event, considered fine to take in. Some people, I later discovered, had even managed to take some beer cans and a glass bottle of mediocre lager in), to survey the new ground in all its glory.

Our first task was to assess the food and drink situation. Like all right-thinking cricket attendees, I had made a packed lunch of Reuben-style poppyseed bagels and a couple of bottles of Irn Bru, and my Dad had his own food, but clearly the tea and beer situation required investigation.

Intelligence from the prior events at the venue as part of its testing and ‘soft launch’ had already prepared us for the lack of Proper Beer, but the worse news was that the more acceptable of the Non-Proper Beer was off-limits to non-members. As indeed was modern plumbing, with the non-members having to make do with portaloos – at least for the day we were there.

Our pre-match discussion of whether there was any way England could avoid having Joe Root as Test captain was interrupted by an announcement over the too-far-away-from-us-to-properly-hear tannoy that Joe Root had been confirmed as the England Test Captain.

> Craptain Part II: Where do you stand on Joe Root’s second coming?

Once play started, it was evident that on one side of the ground, the sight screen was insufficient to deal with the steady stream of new arrivals investigating various facilities, which led to a grumpy announcement along the lines of it being necessary for people to behave properly otherwise we’ll just stop playing cricket until you all think about what you’ve done. The stewards eventually implemented a system blocking the part of the path in question with a bit of tape during overs being delivered from that end.

During the innings break we went for a walk around the perimeter, during which my Dad attempted to make contact with the locals in case any of them had lived there for decades and remembered when his family lived nearby (and, I suspect, also to check whether Lancashire had put a plaque up to mark the spot where he had to count eggs and classify them by size).

The only people who seemed to be in their gardens were some young children who unaccountably didn’t seem to know much about how the area had changed since the 1960s, so we just did a loop of the ground then went back to our ‘loose’ seats (camping chairs having been deemed incompatible with comfortable bus and train transportation).

I’d taken a ‘Soft Sitter’ pad for my Dad (£12 from Dunelm – not bad value for those who struggle with what I am trying to resist the urge to call ‘hard stools’ but would more properly be called ‘plastic seating’). The bribe of Wine Gums that we had offered those in the row behind to watch our stuff had proved successful, so our seats and our bags were still there.

Transport timings and the call of Proper Beer meant that we left before the close of play for an okay pint in Lostock Hall (the barman deemed my beer selection an ‘excellent choice’ – a compliment slightly undercut by the fact that he repeated exactly the same phrase to the next person who selected a different beer), then two better pints near the station in Preston, where we followed the end of the game on Cricinfo before getting our respective trains home.

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Pakistan have decided that actually, with the benefit of hindsight, half of the players they picked for the first Test shouldn’t have even been in the squad. The apparently wrong calls for that match span the captain, the wicketkeeper, the opening batter and half the bowling attack – one of whom took a five-for the only time Pakistan bowled.

Needless to say the head coach and bowling coach have also been given the old heave-ho and at least one of the selectors has now called it a day too (as you would).

This is an impressively thorough renunciation of the wild opinions of two weeks ago. Perhaps further changes lie in wait pending a review of the Lord’s Test? One can only hope.

Our favourite detail in all of this is that the PCB has demanded that the selectors furnish them with a written explanation why they picked the guy who’d made the most runs at the highest average for Pakistan over the last two years.

Apparently this is a management hierarchy so steeped in the nuances of our sport that even that needs explaining to them.

And so it is that the plentiful and many-sided dice of Pakistan cricket have once again been launched into the air! What numbers will come up? What would be a satisfactory score? What are numbers anyway?

Pakistan presumably hope they’re rolling 12-sided dodecahedron dice and that large numbers will ensue. More likely they’ll roll a blank face, a minus symbol, a set of tentacles and something that – after first consulting a tightly folded scrap of paper they find in the box – they come to learn is the despair icon.

The third Test is still over a week away.

Is running Pakistan cricket honestly a realistic thing to attempt as a side hustle?

The Pakistan Cricket Board often seems perfectly geared towards getting the absolute least out of its players. It’s been such a colossally effective talent erosion machine in recent years, you wonder whether the guy running it should really be attempting it in his spare time when he’s already working 9 to 5 at something else.

Oh for the days when there was still one place uncorrupted by capitalism. But even that’s gone now. They’re fighting over it in fact. Hopefully it’s one of those battles to the death where everyone involved inflicts fatal damage on each other and there are no survivors. (No billionaire survivors anyway – we have nothing against the innocent astronauts, engineers etc.)

Capitalism’s been steering cricket since before the first coin toss of course, but perhaps a little more forcefully these last few years. We often avert our gaze from its impact when we persuade ourselves to not think about all the ‘white ball specialists’ absent from a given Test squad.

Frustratingly, the absentees are often the most dynamic players: the fastest bowlers, the hardest hitters, the weirdest and wristiest spinners. Surveying this Pakistan team, it’s tempting to diagnose this familiar division of labour as a central problem. But of course Pakistan are actually the nation least comprehensively punctured by the pointy Indian tip of franchise cricket.

How popular are all these Not-Quite-The-IPL franchise leagues actually likely to be?

There are a few factors in play, but Pakistan’s somewhat mehsome Test attack is at least to some degree a product of concerted mismanagement.

Mohammad Amir has taken the franchise road, but he is old now, whereas Shaheen Afridi and Naseem Shah are both technically available, but have been blundered into some measure of decrepitude by team management. Against that backdrop, Haris Rauf’s lack of interest in Test cricket smacks of being an act of self-preservation.

Have you ever worked two jobs? Whatever the hours, whatever the specific demands, it’s a tough ask. One of the great bullshit rebrandings of modern times is how it’s been made to sound all cool and go-gettery via the “side hustle” label when really it’s more commonly ordinary people backed into a financial corner through no fault of their own.

Doing two jobs is draining beyond the hours asked of you. You’re asking your brain to move between two different workplaces on top of the daily transitions to home life. These worlds have a way of bleeding into one another and if one of those environments is currently running, shall we say, less than smoothly, the effect is only magnified.

Tell you what workplace environment is a little bit suboptimal right now: Pakistan cricket.

Pakistan have had four chairmen since 2021: Ramiz Raja, Najam Sethi, Zaka Ashraf and now Mohsin Naqvi. Tidying up after that level of turnover would be a pretty sizeable undertaking as a first job, let alone a second.

Tell you what’s almost certainly an even more demanding job than Chairman of the PCB though: being Pakistan’s Minister of Interior and Narcotics Control – which just happens to be Mohsin Naqvi’s day job.

What a way to make a living.

Will Ollie Robinson actually manage to play two Tests in a row? The England Test team has been a swirling maelstrom of madness all summer long – maybe that will be the next improbable development.

As for the most recent England Test team development, its improbability lies only in how probable it felt. Of course someone from the squad found themselves in handcuffs while out drinking at 4am with the former captain.

Just weigh that feeling up. Implausible but also predictable. In many ways it’s a quite breath-takingly improbable level of probability given all that’s happened in recent weeks.

“It’s not the isolated incident itself,” commented Joe Root. “I think it’s the fact that we continually keep making stupid mistakes away from the game, and it’s detracting from what we’re doing on the field.”

Those relentlessly repeated isolated mistakes, eh Joe?

Root’s not the one to mock here though. He’s taken the right position on all this. “It doesn’t have to be rocket science,” he said. “As players you get judged on the decisions you make on the field and off it too.”

So the upshot is that Brydon Carse is unavailable for this Test match and probably some others too. If he’s comfortable with that sort of trade-off, he can crack on with arguing about spilt drinks and continue getting arrested and de-arrested to his heart’s content.

England’s other quick bowlers can opt to manage their bowling loads in a similar way too, should they see fit, but it’s probably not the route to a long and fulfilling international career. You can’t always rely on Robinson’s spine opening up a spot to allow you to get back in again afterwards.

For Pakistan, Babar Azam should be back, which is good news. Bowling coach Umar Gul said the captain had faced “fast bowlers” in the nets. He did not however reveal where the tourists had sourced such things.

Is a Pakistan Test cricket team devoid of fast bowlers truly a Pakistan Test cricket team?

The Lord’s pitch has not, in recent years, rewarded high velocity bowling anyhow – not unless you consider a single bounce before the ball arrives at the keeper to constitute a reward anyway. Which perhaps you do.

Perhaps this sponginess is deliberate. England have had quite enough of bouncers after all.