I had the honour last night of watching the great Shane Warne once again throw down some cobra like, venom spitting, leggies in the Indian Premier League. Batsmen once resting comfortably with Warne’s retirement last night would have been digging the wedgey from their crack and Daryll Cullinan was having heart palpitations.

After just seconds watching Warne’s tiger like prowling in slips and his incessant spitting leg spinners it was all suddenly so clear. Shane Warne should immediately be made captain of the Australian test team with carte blanche to make any changes he sees fit. He should also be granted unlimited membership of the board of selectors and three comely lasses of virtue true each quarter. Oh and a pig each month.

Michael Clarke should immediately be relegated to normal player (if he can even keep his spot under Warne’s reign) with Ricky Ponting given the vice captaincy role once again. No offence to Ricky but you need a few more years apprenticeship under a master. The force is strong with you Ricky but for now Warne is still the master and has returned, Obi-Wan Kenobi style to kick some imperial arse!

I mean who else has page dedicated to one delivery here?

Or has a ‘musical’ based on his life currently touring the nation?

Once again grandstands around the world will sing in chorus…

Waaaaarrrrrrrnnnney Waaaaarrrrrrrnnnney Waaaaarrrrrrrnnnney