I love Ray Price.
As do you.
His face has got quite a special anger about it. Even through a tv he punches you in the face.
Here is a man who survives by being mean, it’s not about talent, just meanness.
I love him, have I said that already?
But he’s gone.
From this tournament, maybe from our lives forever. Maybe he’ll scratch around in some international matches we won’t watch.
And then he’ll be a bowling coach in some english county that doesn’t exist.
But it’s not the same.
I’m a bit sad.
Result: Ray Price is leaving Sri Lanka, and my heart. It’s over. Over. I’ll cry angry tears tonight.