long sighs of contentment are gently exhaled in a rhythmic cycle and it is only a matter of minutes before the sighing is replaced by deeper breathing and a light snoringthe head remains perfectly still and safe above the bubbles , but arnold matsons imagination has taken flight elsewhere lords cricket ground , st. johns wood , londona capacity crowd of almost 30,000 are basking in warm sunshine and chattering with almost uncontrollable expectation as the clock ticks round to 11.00 a.m. arnold matson slowly makes his way down the famous pavilion steps and is , at once , greeted with a deafening silence .