Johnson Repeats His Formula

It’s like Mitchell Johnson has to grow up from scratch every time he plays. He begins with the aim and control of a two year-old, spraying it around with infuriating willy-nillyness. Then he enters adolescence, and starts to frighten the established order with random outbursts of snaky aggression. Finally, to the relief and surprise of all, he hits his full manly stride, takes dead-eye control of his mighty weapon, and utterly routs the enemy.