I have fond memories of Barry Knight. I enrolled in his academy in Sydney during the school holidays, maybe twice. I remember getting a prize (I think a can of coke) for being "most improved player". Not best player, I remember him making clear...
Wonderful reflection of the times. The first cricket I saw. The batsmen all seemed aristocratic gentlemen - portly Graveney and Cowdrey; Lord Ted; The Rev. The bowlers toiling artisan pros - Statham, Trueman, Titmus. Australia and England still in a post WW2 colonial torpor. Pre Beatles. Mum buying new white gloves to go to garden party at Adelaide's Government House when the Queen toured. The cricket was similarly tortured and risk averse.
Went to the Duke's ground at Arundel for an opening tour match in 93 (by then the Duchess's XI). The charming ground lined with Bentleys and the poshocracy feasting on deck chairs. Us lining up for a half hour at the only beer tent for the plebs.
I have fond memories of Barry Knight. I enrolled in his academy in Sydney during the school holidays, maybe twice. I remember getting a prize (I think a can of coke) for being "most improved player". Not best player, I remember him making clear...
Nicholas Wilcken
An interesting read. I am enjoying the variety!
Always an excellent read.
Wonderful reflection of the times. The first cricket I saw. The batsmen all seemed aristocratic gentlemen - portly Graveney and Cowdrey; Lord Ted; The Rev. The bowlers toiling artisan pros - Statham, Trueman, Titmus. Australia and England still in a post WW2 colonial torpor. Pre Beatles. Mum buying new white gloves to go to garden party at Adelaide's Government House when the Queen toured. The cricket was similarly tortured and risk averse.
Went to the Duke's ground at Arundel for an opening tour match in 93 (by then the Duchess's XI). The charming ground lined with Bentleys and the poshocracy feasting on deck chairs. Us lining up for a half hour at the only beer tent for the plebs.
No thanks. Put them all up against the wall.
Have played on that ground. Magnificent.
At first glance I thought the "portly, florid" bloke was Colin Cowdrey.
Excellent, as ever.