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Brit enough?

Usual poser that finds us little englanders wanting and the curry-and-rice wallahs passing with flying turbans.

Alas, the opening para betrays Mr Freeman as out of touch.

He seems under the impression that,

"It will take more than a passing acquaintance with the thwack of leather on willow to win the right to British citizenship."

"Thwack of leather on willow",   be damn'd.

Make it the fiercesome familiar thwack of *cane* on rump, and you'll be closer to the pukka Albion mark.