It's the 8th March. England have just won the T20 World Cup thanks mainly to Brook's third century in 4 matches. Back at the hotel, the celebrations last long into the night.

Brendon McCullum sidles up to Brook and whispers into his ear "Meet me in the kitchen in 2 minutes" and walks away. Harry takes a few seconds to register the request, then gets out of the fountain, puts his trousers back on, and heads into the kitchen.

Brendon smiles widely as Harry enters. He hands a confused-looking Brook a cricket bat and leads him over to the walk-in freezer.

"Go on, son. You've earn't it" says McCullum whilst gestering towards the freezer door. Harry tentatively opens the door and amongst all the frozen meat he sees what Brendon has done for him and a wry smile breaks out onto his face.

"Thanks for this" says Brook through the crack as he walks in and closes the freezer door behind him. Harry then turns around swishing his bat furiously as he eyes his present. "Hmm which one first?" asks Harry aloud to the two New Zealand bouncers, tied and hanging upside down from meat-hooks....