To watch Michael Hussey burst out of the tunnel at the Sydney Cricket Ground last Sunday with the television muted, you would not have detected anything different in his demeanour. Legs flicking back to loosen the quadriceps, a mandatory stretch to keep the groin in working order, a rotation of the bat around the hips and a liberal smear of white zinc across the nose. This was Mr Enthusiasm, Mr Consistency ... yes, even the name the 37-year-old apparently frowns upon, Mr Cricket.
Turn up the TV volume and cacophony ruled. Australian fans are seldom reticent but their lungs were working overtime as a favourite son embarked on his final test innings - they had earlier been baying for a wicket to get him to the crease.
What followed was close to the perfect finish for Hussey; Australia needed 37 runs to win with seven wickets in hand. His 27 not out eased them home and, for such a team man, it seemed appropriate the winning run should come when he scampered for a quick single which his partner Mitchell Johnson had been trying to avoid squeezing behind point.
An odd wave of celebration and melancholy enveloped the ground. Channel Nine television commentator Ian Healy offered his most insightful comment of the summer: "The security blanket is no longer with us." Hussey's wife Amy and children Jasmin, William, Molly and Oscar joined a husband and father, symbolically beyond the boundary.
Since Hussey's test debut aged 30 in 2005 (and a one-day international debut the previous year) he has been endorsed with monikers like The Cricketer's Cricketer and has transcended national rivalries.