I’m not very good at cricket. But I enjoy the camaraderie of the younger players, and they put up with me. So it was on a warm English summer afternoon that we were back in the changing room of our rather grandly named pavilion. Essentially, it was a line of benches against a wall where we all changed together. Isaac was one of our star players, in his mid-twenties, tall and well-built. He’d just had a good day at the cre...