By the end of the 2000s, there was a definitive void with most of the fast bowling greats already retired.

Bigger bats, flat pitches and the rise of the T20s threatened fast bowling to never be lethal, intimidating and enchanting again.

True -blooded fast bowlers were exactly like trinoceroses, scary, dangerous but extinct. Just when the world had given up on the last art of furiously fast bowling, a tall, lanky hero named Mitchell Johnson emerged.

What followed was a spectacle so brutal, so breathtaking, that the dark art of lethal paced bowling and handlebar moustaches were resurrected overnight. Johnson single handedly won Australia the Ashes final while taking 37 wickets at an average of 13 .9.

An extinct dimension named fear was now brought alive, with batsmen now playing for survival. Cricket became edgy and lethal again. Trinosauruses were alive again.