It was Izzy’s birthday, and he was exactly where he wanted to be—on the couch in his living room, wearing his England jersey, clutching his magic cricket ball in one hand

The Ashes decider at The Oval was on. England needed 250 runs to win. It was the final day. The tension? Real. The stakes? Massive.

Izzy’s eyes were fixed on the screen. Joe Root was still at the crease, batting like the champion Izzy had always looked up to. “Come on, England,” he whispered.

Then, something strange happened...