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My earliest memories of cricket take me back to when I was at school. Unusually for a girls’ school we had a cricket team. One of the girls’ fathers, known to us as Roopey, had been a county player. Roopey was our sponsor and also our coach. Most of the time we played other local …
“I’d never bet on something like that,” said Fast Johnny adamantly. “You did.” “I didn’t.” “You did.” “This is getting childish. Anyway, I don’t remember it.” “Be that as it may, I bet you can’t reach the boundary edge before that limping, three-legged Yorkshire terrier. It’s your ball.” “Are you casting aspersions on my fitness?” …
As a rule, I rather enjoy watching the cricket. I have always thought it a nice way to spend a summer afternoon. You can chat with friends, spice up a cucumber sandwich with a drink, and if you so choose, get merry. The ground was situated behind the Forelock Arms where the two marquee tents …
Or why Aussies really do Crimble Crumble Now Shane is the opener, he hates to get out,No matter how much those Pommies may shout,“I’m such a great batsman, I’ll stand at my crease,I’ll hit you all over, when the ball is released.” But in Cricket’s own Eden, the Fruit of the Plum,Is what England were …
Earl, who was also known as the Banker for reasons that will become apparent, had heard about the Clout from a scout called Dicky Bird. The Clout was on the county’s books, but Dicky Bird knew personally that the Clout was not happy with his contract. “Mark my words,” said Dicky. “He’s a cocky sod.” …
Revenge, they say, is a dish best served chilled. If that is the case, our Antipodean Cousins have a peculiar way of serving it up, especially where cricket and a picnic is concerned. Mark Hughes, known to friends and colleagues alike as Markie, had not played cricket since the under fifteens when he decided to …
If revenge is a dish best served chilled, then surely self-righteousness is a dish best not served at all. Most went deep into Mrs. Digby’s vegetable patch. Some became stuck on the roof of the Forelock Arms. And some again ended up in the greenhouse of a nearby cottage. “And I’m not giving it you …
It was two o’clock in the morning; everything was going swimmingly when Henry turned around and saw Ed Valour swaying on the barstool beside him. “Could kill one of those gin slims you’re drinking only I appear to be short of a bob or two.” Henry giggled and felt in his pocket: “Ed, never you …
(A naughty homage to E. W. Hornung[1]) Raffles was playing a game at Lord’s for the Gentlemen of Essex when he was approached, at the lunch table, by a young cricketer by the name of Crowley. Like everyone else, Crowley was dressed in creamy whites, but Raffles noted at his neck a cravat with a …
Anika Puri was fuming. The boys didn’t want to let her play. Although she was Lakshay’s sister, he didn’t have the courage to argue on her behalf, so she had to sit and watch. Rohit was quite a good bowler she thought, and Tushar could bat all day, but they really weren’t that good as …