A wicked googley

Desperate for some news and warmth, we picked up some English newspapers and headed for a café and some chocolat chaud. When I got to the sport section in The Guardian, I attempted to understand the articles on cricket but failed miserably. An excerpt:

“The Yorkshireman Len Hutton was so eager to let loose Frank ‘Typhoon’ Tyson upon the Australians that he inserted them on a lifeless pitch and watched in dismay as Arthur Morris and Neil Harvey hit centuries and Australia rattled up 601 for eight. England lost by an innings but Hutton had the last laugh. Tyson ruled from then on and England won the Ashes.”

I’m pretty sure I know the meanings of all those words individually, but they make little sense strung together like that.