The cricket board may have its hands full in September.

Tokyo will host the 2020 Olympics. The decision makes perfect sense. No one has a crystal ball that can see seven years into the future in these contentious times.

We have not seen the last of Sachin Tendulkar in Test cricket yet. But the end cannot be far away.

What is it with the English weather that doing the moonlight spray in public view is considered a passable offence, either in expressing dissent as in the real Monty Panesar, at the nightclub or celebration as with the Ashes-winning team at The Oval?

Picking dream XIs can be the trickiest task. Skipper Mahendra Singh Dhoni, not always the diplomat, would, however, like to leave it well alone. And who can blame him for that? This is not an exercise a current player would like to indulge in, perhaps not only for fear of stepping on the toes of his contemporaries as much as the difficulty of comparing players across eras.

The history of the Great Australian Choke is getting bigger by the day. The fourth Ashes defeat in five series and a dismal seventh defeat in eight Tests leave Aussie cricket reputation in absolute tatters. How the mighty have fallen.

No one is jumping on to the nearest rooftop to crow over the whitewash result in Mugabe’s Zimbabwe.

Indian cricket is in a parlous state again thanks to BCCI’s unique ability to forego all principles and depend only on personalities to drive it.

Two great names could come together on a Sydney stage soon. A Bradman may join A.R. Rahman to make history on August 24 at the All Phones Arena. Greta Bradman, granddaughter of the legendary Australian batsman, is herself on the road to stardom as an accomplished soprano.

The last Australian captain to lose six Tests in a row resigned in a flood of tears, publicly on television. Michael Clarke is made of sterner stuff.