Shane Warne bestrides the world of the commoner and the celebrity, even royalty, with style and aplomb.

Shane Warne bestrides the world of the commoner and the celebrity, even royalty, with style and aplomb.

What did Shane Warne ever do to us?

Apart, I mean, from teasing adrenalin from our glands as we watched the greatest bowler in cricket history ripping apart the strongest batting line-ups in the world.

There is no sportsman in this country, living or dead, who embodies the Australian spirit better than Shane Warne. 

A man whose arrival on the ground brought a roar that would startle the deaf and the dead, whose mere image on a poster could sell-out a stadium and make women hot with desire.­

Do you remember all those late afternoons in front of the television, Healy mouthing something from behind the stumps, nine down, day five, the setting sun casting long shadows across the pitch, and the ever-fabulous Mr Warne tearing one from out of the leg-side rough and mowing down the perplexed batsman? Victory!

The same Mr Warne who could belt a six, if needed, and who led and inspired his little team of Indians, the Rajasthan Royals, in ways Ponting, Lara, Tendulkar and Clarke could only dream of. A man's man. A legend cut from the finest of cloth.

Let's sit back, calmly now, and assess his behaviour and his legacy: beers in the dressing room after yet another victory, after another humiliation of once-great opponents and when the sun did finally set, he would punch out a few breezy texts and wipe out the night with a consensual threesome.

What does that leave us with, except a great sportsman, a friend and coach to all and a lover of women. And, yet, if a visitor from one of those fabled other galaxies ever did swing down to visit us and read the vicious attacks on this man, they'd think he'd committed the worst of crimes - infanticide, perhaps, or terrorism.

Every other day there's a weekly magazine or a daily newspaper playing some kind of cruel sport with his appearance, at his tweets, at the woman he's engaged to and at his cleaned-up appearance and stripped-down weight.

Before, it was his inability to remain monogamous to the woman he'd married when he was a kid. The same woman who'd take off to New Idea with her response to every new rumour.

C'mon. Are we really that pious? Are we really that jealous of the man?

Apart from the kinky eyebrows (unforgivable!), Shane Warne is one of those rare men who bestride the world of the commoner and the celebrity, even royalty, with style and aplomb.

So, he's going to marry one of the hottest women God ever created.

So, in every photo we see of him and his kids, everyone appears to be having the time of their lives.

So, every time he bowls he reminds us why we're turning away from Australian cricket. (Nathan Lyon? Are you kidding me? Is the public being Punk’d by CA?).

A pal of mine who works in the sponsorship biz can't speak highly enough of Mr Warne. His anecdotes are many; from Warne apologising to having to leave a group of fans so he could take a phone call from Prince Harry (he even showed 'em the phone) to taking a cricket ball he'd signed for a local school directly to the school because it was "on the way home." In his Ferrari.

Tell me that isn't the work of an Australian legend.

There is no sportsman in this country, living or dead, who embodies the Australian spirit better than Shane Warne.

And, having heard my case, I believe you'll find it hard to disagree…