A dream too far

I wish to hell that I'd picked up some sport when I was younger. I'd much, much, much rather be playing cricket for five days then sit in an office for the same period.

But I digress.

I don't think I was ever much good at anything. In fact, prior to this year, nearly all of my forays into the sporting world have ended in abject failure.

So I guess dreams of me blasting a 150km/h Mitchell Johnson delivery across the boundary will remain just that - a dream.