When Stuart Broad took the last two South African wickets today it reminded me why I fell in love with cricket some years ago. England had pulled off a remarkable feat – going, quite literally from the ridiculous to the sublime, and exploiting the Proteas’ inherent ability to bottle it from a seemingly insurmountable position. I may be a lover of test matches, but even I have to admit that this one-day, pyjama-clad spectacle had it all. Woeful batting, brilliant bowling, nail-biting drama and a result that was never clear cut until the last ball had been bowled. I love my football, but I don’t half get cheesed off with the hypebole that goes hand in hand with our national game. For sheer enjoyment, generally unsullied by politics, egos or mind-boggling sums of cash, give me cricket any day.