Andrew Strauss' delicate knuckle-nudge for every boundary scored barely compares to sport's once theatrically rapturous shared celebrations. Frank Keating, in the Guardian, looks back at history's most over the top celebrations.

The first time a jivingly joyous high five slapped into my consciousness was at the Olympic Games of 1964 in Tokyo. I was working then for ITV and remember our cameras, being British, didn't quite know where to look for embarrassment after, in the blistering blink of the 4x100m relay, US true-great Bob Hayes had hurtled through the last leg to win, his three conferes had leapt upon Hayes in midfield to enact this bewildering foursome-reel and, to me, fantastical impromptu routine of turbulently swaying, smiling, swaggeringly melodic hand-slapping highs, lows, in-their-faces, behind-their-backs, upstairs, downstairs and all.

Also read Osman Samiuddin's piece on the same topic.

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