“As I walk towards them, it hits me cold. This isn’t a team appraisal, is it?” Anderson wrote.
“With each footstep towards the far side of the bar, each of their distinct silhouettes coming into view, the tram journey just gone is suddenly like a blissful past life, the outdoor sun sucked into a horizonless neon-red darkness.
“My brain is doing the maths and my heart is sinking as I go to shake their hands. I feel like Joe Pesci in Goodfellas, ushered into a room under the impression that I’m going to get made, only to be shot. You f–kers."
This is not a war hero's, or a mob boss's book, it is that of James Anderson, who played 188 Tests until he was 42 years old.
And has now nominated for the IPL.
Just after the same guy - Tuddy, aka Brendon McCullum - who 'shot' him in that room, had resurrected Anderson's Test career and not only that, allowed him to play golf at St Andrew's rather than perform his initial duties as a bowling coach.