Mind the wind, Tugga

I had seen first-hand, in Adelaide, on the [2002-03] Ashes trip, how Steve Waugh would try to pick a fight to give himself a jolt. Fred [Andrew Flintoff] was injured but, as twelfth man, was fielding at leg slip. As he did so, he burped. Waugh gave him an absolute volley. 

You’re a fucking rude prick, aren’t you? Who are you anyway? The 28th man?

I was at short leg and Fred and I looked at each other. We didn’t know what to do. Especially me – Steve Waugh was my hero. It was the one time me and Fred were lost for words. In the end we mumbled a meek "Fuck off" and left it there.

Taken from 'Oi, Key': Tales of a Journeyman Cricketer, published by White Owl