“God’s the twelfth man on the cricket team, son. It’s God who tells us to keep the left elbow up through life. No one else.” “So you always said. But it’s not the cricket season. Are you drunk?” “He’s umpire, judge and jury rolled into one and never you forget it. There’s no conning God. There never was. Are you glad I paid for your education, then?” “I’m not conning God, Father, I’m trying to celebrate with my family.”
