Rarely has a knife thrust been more subtle. Ricky Ponting has just delivered the final act of every modern cricketer's career - the autobiography - and the best bit skewers his successor, Michael Clarke.
"It never worried me if a bloke didn't want a drink in the dressing room," writes Ponting, himself a reformed boozer. "But I did wonder about blokes who didn't see the value in sticking around for a chat and a laugh and a post-mortem on the day's play."
Ponting's book serves as an informative postscript to an Ashes series in which Clarke was lauded for funky and imaginative field placings, despite losing 3-0. Alastair Cook, by contrast, was derided as a by-the-numbers captain.
Yet there is more to life than conjuring tricks. Clarke may be a friend to the commentators filling airtime on TV, grateful as they are for the chance to whip out the digital pen and circle the man at short midwicket. But he is understood to be less highly rated by his Australian team-mates.
As Ponting's comments emphasise, the rest of the Baggy Greens do not believe that Clarke is a team man at heart. For all Clarke's abundant batting talent, a growing lobby would like to see Australian one-day captain George Bailey - a much more clubbable character - take the reins across all formats.