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Still on the subject of the Laureus World Sports awards last week in Abu Dhabi, I met my former cricket captain, a certain Steve Waugh, who reminded me of a ludicrous moment in both our lives a few years ago when I'd been spending a week in the company of the great - and I mean great - Australian cricket team of Warne, McGrath, Gilchrist, Langer, Mark and, of course, Steve Waugh. Having managed to get a game for New South Wales against Australia in a warm-up one-day match I was duly caught second slip (Tom Moody) off the bowling of Andy Bichel after just four balls. That evening in the Surf Bar in Maroochydore on the Sunshine Coast the Aussie players spiked my drinks and watched with much amusement as I grew sillier by the hour. After closing hours we all piled into a mini bus to take us back to our hotel but, ten minutes into the journey, I had to stop for a nature break. As I stood beside the road in the middle of nowhere some of the greatest cricketers in the history of the game peered through the bus windows into the night and laughed. "There's one thing I particularly remember about that," recalled Steve Waugh. "It was, and remains, the longest piss in history."
