Phil Tufnell, England's left-arm spinner of the 1990s, was nicknamed "The Cat" — but not for any feline agility in the field. The name came from his ability to sleep absolutely anywhere, much like a cat. His fielding was so poor that captain Mike Atherton allegedly stationed him where the ball was least likely to go, which, given that Tufnell was involved, still wasn't far enough away from the action.
Tufnell's approach to fielding was best described as "reluctant participation." He would jog after balls with all the urgency of a man heading to the dentist. When the ball came directly at him, his body language suggested he'd rather be anywhere else on the planet — in a different country, in a different profession, in a different century. His attempts at diving stops looked more like a man tripping over his own feet and then staying down because the ground was more comfortable than standing up.
The most famous Tufnell fielding moment came when he chased a ball to the boundary, picked it up, and threw it — only for it to bobble along the ground and arrive at the wicketkeeper roughly the same time as the batsmen completed their fourth run. The throw covered approximately 60 yards with all the velocity and aerodynamic efficiency of a drunk pigeon. It was as if the ball itself had given up hope.
England captain Nasser Hussain once said, "I can't really have Tufnell at slip because I'm standing there," which neatly captured the problem: Tufnell couldn't field close to the bat because he'd drop catches, and he couldn't field in the deep because he couldn't throw. The only safe option was to hide him at mid-on and hope nobody hit the ball there.
After retirement, Tufnell won I'm a Celebrity... Get Me Out of Here!, proving he was better at eating bugs in the Australian jungle than catching cricket balls on Australian cricket grounds. The irony was not lost on England's cricket-watching public.