The batsman's technique was like an old lady poking her umbrella at a wasp's nest.
The umpire signals a bye with the air of a weary stalk
Umpire Harold Bird, having a wonderful time, signalling everything in the world, including stopping traffic coming on from behind.
Ray Illingworth is relieving himself in front of the pavilion.
Fred Trueman the man has often been tactless, haphazard, crude, a creature of impulse.
Wine is a successful effort to translate the perishable into the permanent.