I’m sure England feel like they’ve had it tough out in the middle in Dharamshala against India’s irrepressible spin trio, but they’re not the ones getting up at 3.45am on a still-cold-if-creeping into-spring UK morning.
It’s one thing watching Kuldeep Yadav and his magical variations from the boundary while looking hot in stubble and shades and regulation light grey Bazball puffer jacket, with the prettily-iced foothills of the Himalayas in the background, surrounded by the Edinburgh rock colours of a picture-book Toytown stadium. It’s quite another doing it from the living room, in a dressing gown and ironed-in wrinkles, trying to stop your shoulders leaching into your ears.
