Richard Clarke
GRUMBLING MY WAY TO A HALF CENTURY
Recently, I had an unerring thought. While this is becoming an increasingly regular occurrence these days, whether the subject be life, sport or cricket, this one hit with a jolt.
I have followed the county game for almost half a century.
At six years old, my dad’s delight or consternation at the travails of Messrs Fletcher, Gooch, McEwan, Lever and Boyce at exotic-sounding places like Colchester, Ilford and Southend started to seep into my consciousness. The wireless updates to which he subscribed came to life when the Sund...
