David Foot in The Guardian writes that cricket’s profile might be booming but it is blighted by a surfeit of administrators, often with conflicting international interests. And, he asks, where is the fun?

Cricket has become altogether too po-faced. It is played with barely the suggestion of a smile. Duncan Fletcher was a talented coach, liked by his England players. We gained the impression, however, that the dressing room occasionally resembled a morgue.

England's saturnine soldiers dutifully do their physical jerks. The mind games imparted to them do not allow much time for public relaxation. There is a uniformity about their gestures and emotions. If they have an evening drink, it is probably designer beer out of the bottle. Individuality is kept in its place.