The golden days of cricket, for me: the mid-1950's, about sixty years ago, when stylish batsmen like Tom Graveney played for Gloucestershire County Cricket Club, which I supported - and when I was a schoolboy cricketer in Somerset, not yet -or only barely - in my teens, playing for my school's First XI.
I was a useless batsman (I was always put in at Number Eleven), but
I could be a pretty mean opening bowler - medium fast pace - with an impressive bowling average, though I say it myself, now (I was very reticent and rather too modest back then); I recall taking a lot of wickets for very few runs. My father, his father and my brother were all good bowlers. It must have run in the family.
I should have studied the advice of W.G.Grace on how to score.
Collecting Tom Graveney's autograph didn't improve my batting...
I was a hit-or-miss slogger; I try to forget the ducks
I'd almost forgotten all about cricket, until I happened to see an unused cricket bat for sale in a local market, signed by all the members of the Gloucestershire County Cricket team, from 1978. On a nostalgic impulse, I bought it. A magic bat! Later on I thought, what on earth do I do with it? It's listed on Ebay now.
I feel I rather let down the side, as far as cricket is concerned.
Earlier generations:
Earlier generations:
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