Restless fretting about cricket’s health could be its great strength | The Spin

A morbid obsession with its own death has caused cricket to adapt and evolve – and is perhaps the reason why we’re still playing and watching it all these years laterSummer came late in 1906, and the spring, harried by a keen north-east wind, hardly stopped at all. May was cold and grey, frosty till the third Sunday. It was dismal weather for cricket. The season started on Wednesday the second, but no one came to watch. Lord’s was empty. The Oval was empty. Old Trafford was emp