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Much of my childhood was spent wandering around circular plots of village land while my father and, eventually, my older brother played cricket.
My mother, of course, was is the club house making teas for 22 ravenous men and visitors.
Eventually, I did play after some coaching in our garden where I demonstrated I could play the ‘cover drive’. It’s a complicated game which involves physical ‘side on’ adjustment in the traditions for batting and bowling.
Looked at through England’s lens of colonial power, cricket sits there as a game our teams naturally demonstrated ascendancy and domination. However, these days, there is nothing international cricket teams love more than playing at the Lords ground, the ‘home of cricket’ and thrashing England’s arse.
Personally, if I’ve ever been to Lords cricket ground, a day spent there getting immersed in this beautiful game (once you’ve learnt what’s going on) is a great way to spend a whole day.
I’ve never forgotten a friends young daughter asking her father about a 5 day Test Match, ‘when is this game going to end?’ He then said, ‘5 days.’ She silently left the room shaking her head.
GJ Mann
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