On the left, Kevin Pietersen, one of the finest batsmen alive. On the right, Michael Vaughan, captain of the English team and a former Wisden Cricketer of the Year. In the middle, a balding, roundish, middle-aged schmo on holiday who was just walking down the beach when he stumbled into his two favorite English players. Weird.
These two were total class. Note that I’m wearing Aussie gear. This is like saying hi to Superman while wearing a kryptonite shirt. They didn’t mind a bit. Plus, a smile couldn’t have been easy to muster. The vice-captain just got sacked for a four a.m. bit of foolishness that has to be a strain on all involved, and I imagine much of England’s team may be grieving a bit, as a well-respected British cricketer has just dropped dead while coaching Pakistan.
But nothing but class from these guys. My Aussie friends may not forgive me, but I won’t have an ill word spoken of England as long as these two are in the side.
Except when they face Oz.

