Reminds me of Harold Larwood. Smaller than many a fast bowler and of slender build. A thorn in the side for authority but one of the genuine world class players England produced in the 70s. The book constantly complains about the wrongs of cricket while celebrating what makes it a great sport. He wasn't a rebel though. If cricket hand't been so badly run he wouldn't have made these complaints. Everything he finds fault with was awful and has been swept away. I rather hope he played a part in the
Reminds me of Harold Larwood. Smaller than many a fast bowler and of slender build. A thorn in the side for authority but one of the genuine world class players England produced in the 70s. The book constantly complains about the wrongs of cricket while celebrating what makes it a great sport. He wasn't a rebel though. If cricket hand't been so badly run he wouldn't have made these complaints. Everything he finds fault with was awful and has been swept away. I rather hope he played a part in these changes. Cricket still suffers from old bores and ignorant experts. Snow suffered from these but was prepared to stand up and be counted. He was also the bowler the ten year old me measured out my run-up down our street as. The book helps to remind me why he was such a hero to me.
Its also the only sports autobiography with a poetry section. Its good if not wonderful verse but its wonderful it was written.
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