An era ended today with the retirement of the legend that is Shane Warne. There is literally nothing left to say about the man. Over the years, it's all been said, written and translated into interpretive dance so rather than go over well worn ground, the Tasty Morkels team are off out on a celebratory Warney night.
There will be beer.
There will be barbecued meat.
There will be a teeth-whitening session.
And botox.
And more beer.
Our receding hairlines will get the attention they have long deserved.
We will try to cop off with an actress of whose films we can maybe name one. Two at the outside.
There will be prank phone calls to Mike Gatting in the early hours.
And the morning after, we'll be taking diuretic pills to try and shift the pounds that we'll inevitably have gained as a result of it all.
His legend leaves plenty of room for scope, but before we embark on our mission, in this clip, three minutes in, you will see his real ball of the century. Hugh Jackman losing his middle stump:
"Don't rub 'em. Count 'em"
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