In my earlier post, I said that Clint McKay was the only man mentioned that I didn’t want to hurt, not severely, but enough to leave a nasty welt and perhaps necessitate some stitches. This was not entirely accurate, because Khalid Latif, the young Pakistani on the receiving end of the drunken-spectator-rugby-tackle-of-moronitude, was the picture of class in a situation that requires some character to handle gracefully. He got up, laughed it off, reassured Younis that he was all right, and got on with it.
Bravo, Khalid. Now do a girl a favour and try to accidentally-on-purpose smack Shahid Afridi on the head with a spare bat. You have no idea how popular you’ll be if you pull it off.