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Test cricket is well and truly back, with England's fine win over the Windies by 269 runs, Broad being the standout with ball, bat and in the field, too - a proper all-round performance. The depth of the England bowling was marked - we seem to have found a pace attack not seen for quite a few years. A great performance all round and a deserved victory and Wisden trophy win.

Although I've been a cricket fan for all my life, I've never bought a copy of Wisden. I think I might just get one to celebrate both beating the West Indies and my retirement.

My sports allegiances are on the surface quite random. England is my national team for cricket, but then there is no other UK option. Rugby - Wales always, even when I still lived in England, more than half a life ago and not having then discovered my Welsh roots. Football I'm not too arsed about, but I'm still a Baggies man and as I've said elsewhere, being from the Green, it's the Baggies, end of - it's tribal.

The only sport I've ever really actively engaged in, apart from swimming and cycling is rock climbing, which I haven't done for years, but it looks like number one son might be taking up the cudgels - we'll wait and see. I might just get round to some bouldering when my muscles and joints have stopped aching from work. Be nice to get out, as we used to say.

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