If the mandarins at Sky Sports' Osterley offices were hoping that this winter's cricket would afford them a quiet time ahead of next summer, when they start their controversial and far-from-acclaimed monopoly of domestic coverage, Matthew Norman's broadside in the sunday Telegraph will not make good reading for them:
Nothing can rival Sky for paucity of ambition, anaemic smugness of presentation, and the soporific sourness of their commentatary.
Twenty minutes of Bob Willis and Paul Allott droning on in their pedantic, vinegary way, and you're broken. Take the house, the car, a kidney, I'll dance in the street playing the triangle with a beatific grin on my face. Anything, but please, MAKE IT STOP.
Oh for next May when five months of wall-to-wall Willis awaits.
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