Tom Eaton, South Africa's as-yet-uncrowned writer laureate, put it best when, during the Proteas' last visit to your realm, he mused, "If only they knew, these red-eyed twitchy slaves to novelty, of the delights that await those who are willing to surrender to sleep, to realise that sport and shuteye can be combined in the most decadent of entertainments.
"Take for example BBC radio's Test Match Special, found in the murky middle regions of the South African FM dial. Those not yet fallen under its soporific spell might imagine they have stumbled into an AGM of the Royal Society for the Preservation of Cracking Watercress Sandwiches, an impression encouraged by Henry Blofeld, a commentator of such exaggerated eloquence and panache that all parodies are rendered dull by comparison. Blowers, Aggers, Bumble, the unfortunate lass known only as Shilpa who is sent to enquire after the state of Darren Gough's blisters, all combine in a murmuring spell quite impossible to resist. Nothing better illustrated the length and solidity of Graeme Smith's monumental effort at Edgbaston than drifting off during a mellifluous Jonathan Agnew spell of commentary and waking up two hours later to Blowers describing a seagull, with Smith still undefeated. Short of snoozing under a newspaper in the shade of an oak tree, sport simply cannot be any more soothing than this."