Was showing minor promise as a cricket all-rounder. To further my ambitions I tended an excellent backyard turf wicket.
The dog then died.
Dad buried him in a shallow grave just short of a good length. The true bounce was no more: the ball either flew or grubbed off the hump.
What stopped you from being the sporting legend you were meant to be?
The dog then died.
Dad buried him in a shallow grave just short of a good length. The true bounce was no more: the ball either flew or grubbed off the hump.
What stopped you from being the sporting legend you were meant to be?