When Andrew Strauss was appointed England’s test captain, Andrew Flintoff joked, something to the extent of, Strauss is the butt of change room jokes.
It may have reflected the gamesmanship between the players, but it wasn’t too flattering for England’s new captain.
Strauss, in classic Strauss fashion, did not react to this supposed innocent remark, as that’s just what it possibly was.
Lesser men may have made a mountain out of it. Like why are we even talking about it now?
It’s about timing. It’s about the economy of word, comment, in a flash world of IPL, Strauss is old style. Ballroom cricket almost.
He prefers, at the risk of using a corrupt cricketing phrase, his bat to do the talking. Trouble is, in today’s world, bats do not talk louder than words.
Why else would there be such a clamour for the man, nay the talisman, Andrew Flintoff.
While Andrew F is greater than the sum of his achievements, Andrew S is, and will always be in the shadow of his triumphs.
An IPL contract may never be his. The exaggerated limelight of an Ashes win, one like 2005, where Freddie and KP loomed large over the cricketing world, atop a double-decker, may never be his.
But I doubt that matters much to an everyday guy like Andrew Strauss. For one, his calm of manner makes him stand better on his two feet than float in fluff of clouds.
And here you go for a bored Ashes version