You probably remember where you were on Super Saturday, when Andy Murray won Wimbledon, or when Ben Stokes did what he did at Headingley.
In 2005, my father passed away. Though I’m not a fan of Liverpool, I mostly remember that year for the Ashes, my own cricket team getting promoted, and staying up late to study for a university exam following Liverpool’s Champions League victory. It was a terrible year.
Players and athletes grow into significant figures in our lives. Heroes, role models, and consoling people. In addition to serving as England’s new ball defender for more than 20 years, James Anderson has been a mainstay at the pinnacle of British.
If we go back a little further to Anderson’s first Test match wearing an England shirt, think about what you were doing when he made his debut in 2003.
Did you ever get born? You might be married with kids and a hefty mortgage if you were doing your GCSEs. Is there a period in which Anderson did not represent England? There’s a good possibility you can’t if you’re under 30.
Anderson has been sculpting a career over the last twenty plus years that would place his visage on the Mount Rushmore of English cricket.
