On the rebound

On my return with my shades’ case, mithai, crumpled paper napkins in one hand, key in the other. On cue, the case is airborne, out of my hand, ready to drop, but unlike Flintoff, I catch it on the rebound. It’s only minutes later that I watch the Flintoff drop, and hear Gower rue, it could have been five wickets. Now it is, Clarke gone.