The king of "cracket" is a cricket tragedy.
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The demise of David Warner as a Test match opening batsman is not only a bitter disappointment to himself but to his fans who have salivated for so long at his domination of the one day game.
Warner established himself as the biggest drawcard in the game for the past 50-years. Bowl it, he'll belt it.
He could crack the ball to all points of the cricket compass leaving the fans baying for more and that's what they got. Almost overnight the scholar of the one-day game has become the dunce of real cricket, Test match cricket.
There are those, many of them learned analysis, who categorically declare his 12-month suspension for tampering with the ball leaving him on the brink of Test match extinction.
His timing is that of a player who has lost all batting senses. The bowler who has exposed his vulnerability is Stuart Broad. Warner has become Broad's bunny.
Yet after 50-years of covering cricket at all levels and applauding such luminaries as Lillee, McGrath, Lindwall and Miller, I can't detect anything special about Broad.
He bowls a nice length and can tease a left-hander with outside swing but otherwise Broad is nothing more than a bona-fide test player. Warner makes him look like Superman.
Feet are nowhere near the pitch and he continues to leave a bat-pad gasp wide enough for a Manly ferry to steer through.
Warner would have been advised by many, least of all coach Justin Langer. My advice (I did open for Paddington in the Green Shield) is to perhaps a sandpaper rub or two of your bat may dull the rough edges.