In an extract from his new book, the bowler recalls one of English cricket’s greatest days and the team’s resentment when ECB killjoys shut down their celebrations
As Eoin Morgan lifted the World Cup to an explosion of fireworks and ticker tape, the sense of achievement finally hit home. Lord’s was still packed to the rafters, the party in full flow. Up on the podium, I was glowing with a mix of pride and relief – and crying with laughter, thanks to my old mate Mark Wood.
Woody was standing next to Jason Roy in the lineup – I was behind them – and for some reason grabbed a fistful of JRoy’s shirt at the big moment, pulling it up while we jumped around like lunatics. And so at the very pinnacle of his career, having helped reignite our entire campaign, JRoy was battling to stop his gut from hanging out. Poor bloke.
