So the week started with Freddie Flintoff facing the harsh consequences of heavy drinking before an important match and ends with the awful fact that Bob Woolmer didn't die of a heart attack after all
It also looks like it is opening a whole can of worms about cricket match fixing possibly involving the Mafia, which is in itself a shock because cricketing has previously had a rather genteel image of gentlemanly sport on a quiet summers day. The previous scandals being the, (what the old hands would term "not quiet a gentleman") cricketers, not training properly and getting "rat arsed" before a match. Either that or carrying on behind the wife's back and the worst being playing in South Africa during apartheid
This truly is a sad day for Bob Woolmer's family, friends and colleagues, for cricket, and for all who love the game.