When the Eye has Gone

The retired sportsman, missing the acclaim of his career, is a familiar trope in sporting literature. It is true of those who made it, and it is true of those who did not. I could have been a contender. In the case of Colin Milburn, there was no ‘could have been’. He was very much a contender, and then some. Although my memory of cricket and cricketers increasingly, and somewhat…

November 6, 2016
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Living in the Age of Root

The Nevil Road ground, in the tired northern suburbs of Bristol, was never anyone’s idea of one of the world’s great cricket theatres. It’s been smartened up a bit recently, but back in the late nineties when it began to host one-day internationals, it was a prisoner of its own featurelessness. Crammed between rows of terraced houses and a Victorian orphanage, when there wasn’t much of a crowd in –…

October 20, 2016
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Taunton, 22nd September 2016

It starts at the railway station. This has seen many things since the trains came to the south-west in the nineteenth century, but in the era of four day County Championship cricket it has seen nothing like this. Play starts early in September, so people’s natural rhythms are disrupted. Earlier trains have to be caught, bags have to be packed more hurriedly, food and drink have to be procured. Getting…

September 25, 2016
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Thousands of Runs Unscored (17th April 2016)

I’ve been writing here for a full ten years now. I’ve seen and commented on a few things in that time, but nothing, nothing at all, has moved me as much as the story that has unfolded around James Taylor over the last few months. The humour, maturity, perspective and dignity with which he has dealt with something which would have shattered a lesser man, has been a remarkable thing…

July 2, 2016
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Coming Home (2nd February 2014)

This piece was the product of thinking about what Alastair Cook must have felt like, both during England’s doomed 2013-14 tour of Australia, and after returning home. You can never really know, of course, but you can make a judgement based on what you’ve seen and how you think you would feel. You would feel grim, and it would take you a long time to recover from the experience. It…

July 1, 2016
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A Day at the Cricket (12th September 2013)

As I mention in the original intro below, this, a distillation of personal memories from the last day of the 2005 Ashes, was written on the eighth anniversary of the day. I can’t pretend that some of the style doesn’t owe a nod or several to Christian Ryan, but I feel it adds up to a pretty accurate representation of the way I experienced the day, and what I felt….

June 30, 2016
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Stranger to Failure (24th July 2013)

This was written after Joe Root made 180, opening, for England against Australia at Lord’s in 2013. It was obvious, even then (in fact it was obvious from about ten minutes into his debut Test innings) that he was an outstanding player. He was so impressive in all the usual ways – in the skill of his batting, but also the lightness and charm of his demeanour – that I…

June 30, 2016
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