As I write this, Rob Moody is probably at his computer in his Melbourne home, unearthing some cricket gold. Because, well, no one does that better than him. Glenn McGrath smacking boundaries for fun? He’s got you covered. Mitchell Johnson getting slog-swept for six? Yep. Mark Waugh batting left-handed? No worries.
If you’re a casual watcher of cricket, you’ve probably never heard of Moody. But if you’re an obsessive, someone who remembers all of Rahul Dravid’s international wickets, or can recall the last time Sachin Tendulkar batted without a helmet, you know exactly who he is. Moody is a legend, the