In early 1993 I was several months into a new job at the University of London. I must have been very preoccupied by my unaccustomed responsibilities because, when I ducked home to an empty flat at round about midday for a quick sandwich, I suddenly realised that the First Test was more than an hour old and that I’d completely forgotten about it. Naturally, all thoughts of hunger shelved, I turned on the television – to see Shane Warne tossing the ball from hand to hand and conferring with Allan Border. You needed only thirty years of cricket watching and playing experience to realise instantly that Warne was about to bowl his first over of the match. And that was how – settling in to sneak a look during my lunch break – I saw that ball. Words probably can’t do it justice, but Louis Nowra’s description comes impressively close: