A dislocated left shoulder to Chris Woakes robs one in every of England’s finest of the possibility of a correct farewell, writes Phil Walker
The Oval is the scene of teary farewells, but not like this. Within the gloaming of day one, Chris Woakes lugged his knackered body to the long-off boundary to avoid wasting a measly single, tumbling within the act of retrieval and staying down, agony etched, his left shoulder crumpling beneath him. It was, on various levels, as painful because it gets.
Woakes is one in every of the sport’s good guys, the preferred and well-adjusted cricketer on this team.
Histrionics are for others. If he’s do…