Five for 41. The statistics were enough to secure me a standing ovation and a much-coveted place on the Lord’s honours board. The electronic scoreboard reflected the magnanimity of the victory as England clinched the deciding Test and, with it, the Ashes by an innings and 50 runs. My team-mates and I were near overwhelmed, barely holding back the tears of joy, as the ecstatic crowd enthusiastically hailed an unforgettably glorious and epoch-making occasion. Everyone who loved me was there to witness my success. My father looked particularly proud, and why not!