As one who always regarded cricket as reserved for the esoteric Sam, I really enjoyed this piece and confess that I had never heard of Tendulkar (I had of Bradman of course). Thanks for kindling more than a little interest in cricket for me late in life!
I’m glad you enjoyed the article and hope that you enjoy a newfound interest. One day series with India against England coming up should be very interesting.
Great blog Sam. I like cricket too; my dad used to take me to Nottingham's Trent Bridge as a wee lad to watch all the world's great cricket teams performing in Test Matches. I used to sit in the stands on my own, my dad was working as a secretary in the ground's office during his annual leave from his job as a Probation Officer, filling in my score card with a well used pencil. I remember well the Nottingham West Indian and Asian communities turning up in big numbers in their traditional dress when their national sides were playing. They were great to watch providing a kaleidoscope of colour and sound. My dad didn't desert me, he came down at intervals to see that I was ok and got the stewards to keep an eye on me. Your blog brought back great memories for me. Finally, the caricature you drew is as impressive as your writing. Thank you.
As one who always regarded cricket as reserved for the esoteric Sam, I really enjoyed this piece and confess that I had never heard of Tendulkar (I had of Bradman of course). Thanks for kindling more than a little interest in cricket for me late in life!
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I’m glad you enjoyed the article and hope that you enjoy a newfound interest. One day series with India against England coming up should be very interesting.
Great blog Sam. I like cricket too; my dad used to take me to Nottingham's Trent Bridge as a wee lad to watch all the world's great cricket teams performing in Test Matches. I used to sit in the stands on my own, my dad was working as a secretary in the ground's office during his annual leave from his job as a Probation Officer, filling in my score card with a well used pencil. I remember well the Nottingham West Indian and Asian communities turning up in big numbers in their traditional dress when their national sides were playing. They were great to watch providing a kaleidoscope of colour and sound. My dad didn't desert me, he came down at intervals to see that I was ok and got the stewards to keep an eye on me. Your blog brought back great memories for me. Finally, the caricature you drew is as impressive as your writing. Thank you.
BFF.