The Grade Cricketer: Tea and No Sympathy
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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
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Blokes like Chooka, Ducko, Rooster and Goose had been replaced by youngsters like Aaron, Stephane, Hudson and Kai.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.