Two men were discussing the importance of fitness in the game of cricket. Said the fat one, 'When I’m at the crease, my body is highly tuned and as taut as a bowstring.
The bowler comes up, bowls and my brain snaps out a command to my body to get quickly behind the line, raise the bat and execute a perfect stroke.’
‘Then what happens?’
'My body says: ‘Who me?’
who–me 
