'...For he had that the game itself, if it is found in its natural bearings, is only the agreeable wicket-gate to a landscape of human joys and sorrows, and is greatest where it fades away most imperceptibly into their wider horizons.' Edmund Blunden Cricket Country
For George and many another known and unknown to me, who rolled, made teas, watched and wrote the minutes
I particularly remember one evening at Blackfen.
Then sobbing on and on until darkness fell, bringing the rain.