That selection was fun. Now what?
When Trevor Hohns awoke, his head was throbbing. Groaning, he hauled himself into the sitting position. Bit by bit, the room came into focus. Paper was strewn everywhere, crumpled and torn. A whiteboard in one corner was covered in thick red crosses and lines, also something that trickled. Underneath it, sitting on top of a pile of pizza boxes, was an Under 19 tour handbook and a sheaf of cricinfo print-outs.