close the links are between cricket and acting: there’s Donald Sinden, William Franklyn, Burt Kwouk, Wendy Richard and June Whitfield to name but some, and our first President, Sir John Mills, is still involved with the charity. It is a huge thrill to be the President in 2004, following in such exalted footsteps.
I hope you enjoy this book. We very much appreciate the time and trouble a whole lot of well-known and busy people took to help us put it together. And next time I have to stand up to speak to a crowd of eager or inebriated people, I will have a whole hoard of new stories to make use of.
Mike Gatting
2004
DAVID ACFIELD
Former Cambridge University and Essex off-spinner, and international fencer, who competed in the 1968 and 1972 Olympic Games for Great Britain. Later a member of ECB’s cricket committee.
I played in an Essex side renowned for its sense of humour –for example, Keith Pont at Burton, having run from third man to fine leg every over for much of the day, was seen riding a bicycle across the outfield to get to his position – probably a unique event in first class cricket.
My batting was not my strength. I was never at my best against West Indian quicks, and as we were leading Hampshire in a county game by 200 or so, the second new ball was due and I was next in, I suggested to our captain Keith Fletcher that it would be an appropriate time to declare.
His considered reply was that it would be a shame to deprive the crowd (and him) of the spectacle of me facing Malcolm Marshall armed with a new ball. As I sat there, all padded up and trembling, he helped my resolve with such comments as,’ He won’t get you out straight away, he’ll chip bits off you first!’
When I reached the wicket I informed Brian Hardie, who had already scored a century, that I wasn’t coming down that end – this ball, next ball or any other **** ball’ –and I never did, despite the Hampshire captain putting all the fielders on the boundary. When the ball was rolled in I fetched it and handed it politely to Mr. Marshall until our captain decided that the farce had lasted long enough. Another proud not out.
My batting was best summed up by John Reason in The Daily Telegraph when he wrote of my innings for Cambridge University v West Indies thus:
‘Acfield rocked to his forward prod and back again irrespective of contact. Mostly he deposited the ball politely in front of the fielders and once he hit the ball hard enough to say, “Wait”.’
CHRIS ADAMS
Derbyshire, Sussex and England batsman who led Sussex to their first ever County Championship title in 2003. A Wisden Cricketer of the Year in 2004.
In the rain-affected Fifth Test against South Africa at Centurion Park in January 2000, our physio Dean Conway suggested to the England team that a session of weights in the gym might alleviate the boredom of watching the rain.
Darren Gough’s response was, ‘I don’t need no weights.’ Flexing his torso he then said, ‘You know why they call me Rhino at Yorkshire, don’t you? Because I’m as strong as an ox’!
KAY ALEXANDER
BBC television news presenter, based in the Midlands.
Beginner’s Rugby
Surly 11-year-old: ‘I don’t want to play rugby!’
Harrassed mother: ‘Why don’t you? It was your grandfather’s favourite game, it’s your father’s favourite game, it’s a fantastic game, why don’t you want to play it?’
Surly 11-year-old: ‘Well how would you like it, standing around in the freezing-cold for hours doing nothing, then when you do do something, you get mugged!’
DENNIS AMISS
Warwickshire and England opening batsman, who played fifty Tests for England in the 1970s, scoring 3,612 runs at an average of 46.30. Subsequently became Warwickshire’s Chief Executive.
We were in Antigua during MCC’s tour of West Indies in early 1974. Next to the cricket ground was Antigua’s prison. Mike Denness, our captain, saw two chaps rolling the wicket on the morning of the match, and went over to speak to them.
‘How long have you been rolling the wicket for?’ he asked.
Back came the reply, ‘Twenty-five years, boss.’ They were both serving life sentences in the prison across the road.
RODGER ARNEIL
Former Scottish flanker and captain. He toured with the British Lions in 1968 and 1971.
In 1969 I was picked to play for Scotland against France at Stade Colombes in Paris. We had a memorable weekend in the hands of the Scottish Rugby Union.
At that time the members of the Scotland Rugby Team were allowed one international jersey for the season and had to bring along a pair of clean white shorts and navy blue stockings for the game. If match jerseys were swapped with the opposition the player was then invoiced for a replacement jersey for the next match. Luckily my travel costs for the season offset my jersey costs so I broke even. The SRU fervently believed in the amateur status and implemented their beliefs to the letter.
On the Wednesday before the game I received an international telephone call at my home in Scotland from a representative of a famous German sports equipment manufacturer. The soothing and polished voice on the telephone, after the exchange of the usual courtesies, asked me if I would like to try out a pair of their super new boots for the game.
As I was broke and my boots were falling apart I replied slowly, trying to play hard to get. I did not give an immediate ‘yeees’ but hesitated, saying that I was not really sure but if he could manage two pairs I would consider trying them out.
‘No problem,’ he said. ‘I shall deliver them to your hotel in Paris.’
The next day the team left Edinburgh on a charter flight with the usual contingent of alickadoos and their wives all out for a wonderful expenses-paid weekend. The gin and tonics flowed as soon as the plane lifted off and we were on our way to Paris. I sat with the team in the rear seats dreaming of my new boots. I had told no one of the arrangement.
On arrival in Paris we made our way to the hotel in the team bus and checked in. I put the key in the lock and opened the door of my room. The far wall of the room was stacked with boxes of at least 60 pairs of gleaming new rugby boots.
The smooth German promotions manager appeared from nowhere asking if the rest of the lads would like a pair. Nairn McEwen my room-mate looked perplexed, fearful of the consequences. It was his first international for Scotland. The other players passing in the corridor could not help but notice the boxes of boots and soon the whole team knew.
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