Clarrie Grimmett was a child of one of my mum's paternal grandfather's brothers. Not sure what that makes him in relation to me. Claim to fame. That is all.
What a treat. A delight to read the letter. Thanks Sent it off to my 89 year old Dad immediately. He has vivid memories of listening to The Invincibles Tour in 48 on the radio and as an Australian Irish Catholic, has laughed more than once at the imagery of Tiger and Fingo laughing their heads off when The Don got the famous blob.
I visited the Bradman museum in Bowral again recently for the umpteenth time and hadn’t seen the commissioned portrait of Tiger. His hands are enormous! What an outright assault facing him must have been!
I recall writing to The Cricketer many years ago about Barrie’s “Allahakberries”. It’s a play on the Arabic “Allahu Akbar” - God is the greatest - and, presumably, Barrie’s name.
Funnily enough, just earlier today I posted a comment about O'Reilly in response to one of your articles in December last, and suddenly up pops a story about the Great Man himself. God moves in mysterious ways.
I know it’s just a legend, but the idea that the only sound heard when Bradman was out for a duck at the oval in ‘48 was Tiger in the press box laughing is an image I will always love
Clarrie Grimmett was a child of one of my mum's paternal grandfather's brothers. Not sure what that makes him in relation to me. Claim to fame. That is all.
What a treat. A delight to read the letter. Thanks Sent it off to my 89 year old Dad immediately. He has vivid memories of listening to The Invincibles Tour in 48 on the radio and as an Australian Irish Catholic, has laughed more than once at the imagery of Tiger and Fingo laughing their heads off when The Don got the famous blob.
I visited the Bradman museum in Bowral again recently for the umpteenth time and hadn’t seen the commissioned portrait of Tiger. His hands are enormous! What an outright assault facing him must have been!
I recall writing to The Cricketer many years ago about Barrie’s “Allahakberries”. It’s a play on the Arabic “Allahu Akbar” - God is the greatest - and, presumably, Barrie’s name.
Funnily enough, just earlier today I posted a comment about O'Reilly in response to one of your articles in December last, and suddenly up pops a story about the Great Man himself. God moves in mysterious ways.
Thanks Gideon, priceless!
I know it’s just a legend, but the idea that the only sound heard when Bradman was out for a duck at the oval in ‘48 was Tiger in the press box laughing is an image I will always love
He and Fingleton were laughing so hard they had tears in their eyes, apparently.