But regardless of everything, the saving grace of Newlands every time is the location. With the mountain in the background it is a readymade postcard and a tournament in South Africa wouldn't have been complete without matches here.

The ground was being prepared right up to the last minute, even down to touches of paint in one of TV studios. But the award for short-straw job has to go to the people walking around the boundary putting on all the sponsors’ stickers. It took them about three hours.

The ground staff also made every effort to ensure adverse conditions don't affect the game. A tractor went around the outfield spraying an anti-dew substance which has been used with success before at Newlands and at venues on the subcontinent. As much as possible has been done to get Newlands ready, now it's down to the players.

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Collecting accreditation was the first job of the day and went easily enough even though there were more passport checks than going through the average airport immigration hall. After an hour's wait, holding a numbered ticket as though at a supermarket meat counter, I went forward.

All was going well until the assistant said: "Are you a doctor?" The response of "No" brought the reply "Well you are now." And there it was, officially down as Dr Andrew McGlashan. But apparently it wasn't deemed worthwhile reprinting the accreditation. And it wasn't just one misprinted, either. A fellow journalist on a local Cape Town paper has also had his title upgraded from Mr to Dr. But if anyone needs medical attention in the press box they had better look elsewhere.