The only season that matters is nearly upon us, not that you need any excuse to read Geoffrey Moorhouse’s The Best Loved Game, a tour d’horizon of English cricket during 1978. 346 more words
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Tanzanian porters and guides stand on a rock half way up Kilimanjaro at sunset trying to get a mobile phone signal to call their wives. Two teams are taking part in a gruelling eight-day trek up the vast extinct volcano, to play a full Twenty20 game of cricket in the ice-covered crater just below its rugged peak, at 5,785 metres (19,000 feet).
“Who is this?”
The barman smiled smugly.
“Stone the crows, you must be a stranger,” he said.
“Of course I’m a stranger,” I said. “It’s the only way to cope with living in this godforsaken country. 727 more words
Lords 1984 …………. Not many had TV at the time, so these clips are memorable !
Sidath Wettimuny scored 190 impeccable runs
Duleep Menids batting in the 1980s 518 more words
On most weekdays I have a 15 minute walk to the station, whereupon I consider the horror that the day is due to inflict, the amount of hits this blog has got (seemed rather busy overninght) and what am I going to say today. 2,267 more words