by Ian Higgins
Read between November 16 - November 16, 2019
There was only one key item missing from my ensemble: the bat, the pièce de résistance. I had two cricket bats in my kit, as all half-decent amateur cricketers do. One was an old Gray-Nicolls that had been gifted to me by a former state player. By ‘gifted’ I mean that he’d chucked it into the bushes after a particularly awful net session, loudly proclaiming it to be a ‘fucked stick’. I’d waited until the end of training before venturing into the thick undergrowth and collecting the prized bat, which I guessed would have cost eight hundred dollars retail. Unfortunately, the bat was about three ...more
Blokes like Chooka, Ducko, Rooster and Goose had been replaced by youngsters like Aaron, Stephane, Hudson and Kai. And these new blokes would never be given affectionate poultry-based nicknames.