Cricket WAG Emma Lyon stuns in designer outfit as she watches hubby Nathan play in London - and you won't believe how much it costs
Emma Lyon has turned heads in a stunning designer outfit worth at least $17,800 as she watched her husband Nathan Lyon try to steer Australia to victory in the World Test Championship in London on Wednesday.
The mum-of-one, who shares a one-year-old daughter with the spin bowler, was in the good seats at London's famous Lord's stadium after s paring no expense on her flight over to the UK.
She treated her Instagram followers to photos of her standing on a balcony at the 'home of cricket', cradling her baby daughter and looking like she could've just done a photo shoot for Vogue.
Daily Mail Australia has tracked down the various piece of her ensemble, which is far out of the average Aussie cricket fan's price range.
Emma was dressed in an Integrated Fluid Silk Skirt from Dutch fashion house Róhe, which would have set her back about $1200.
She paired that with another piece from the designer, a matching Sleeveless Gliet-Jacket worth $1100.
Emma's jewellery puts those items into the shade in terms of cost, however: she's wearing what appears to be a Cartier Love Bracelet worth $9050 as well as another piece from the famed luxury company, a Juste Un clou bracelet priced at $6450.
The 32-year-old also flaunted her high-end tastes when she documented her journey to England for the match recently.
Lyon showed off $22,000 in accessories and $1500 worth of in-flight skin care as she and her daughter flew to London.
That included a Chanel bag worth $19,230 and a $3725 tote bag from Goyard.
Emma finally confirmed she and Nathan welcomed a baby girl to the world in September 2023.
They made the reveal in October 2024, with Nathan now a father to three girls as he shares two children with his ex-partner Mel Waring.
The off-spinner lost his wicket for a duck on Wednesday night, Australian time, as the Aussies stumbled to a first-innings total of just 212.
He only got one over in before stumps as pacemen Mitchell Starc, Pat Cummins and Josh combined to leave South Africa reeling at 4/43.
She flew first-class to England with her daughter late last month and brought her $19,230 Chanel bag (pictured)
Lyon has been one of Australia's best players since making his Test debut in 2011, taking 553 wickets at an average of just 30.19.
That's reflected in his contract with Cricket Australia, which pays him a rumoured $1.1million a year.
He is also contracted to the Melbourne Renegades in the Big Bash League.
Lyon's ex-wife Mel Waring recently gave Daily Mail Australia an exclusive update on her life after she moved to Canberra with the two daughters she shares with the star.
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