It’s not about his form, or anything to do with the English. It’s what an Indian saw in his sleep. Ricky on the floor, back against the wall in some nameless corridor. The dreamer walks towards Ricky, squats to speak. All this while Ricky’s pasted with this inane grin, you’d think he just won the Ashes. He also agrees with the general opinion Indians have about him. Around that point, the chat moves towards Ricky’s pulling prowess. Mores inane smiles. You’d really think he was stupid.
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