RICHARD CLARKE - AKA The Grumbler

It is less than a week old yet the T20 Blast has already consumed the domestic cricket season.
Like many county members, I sometimes swerve going to the group stages and just watch the streams. It is nothing to do with the cricket. It is just that, at the risk of sounding like some long-lost member of Last of the Summer Wine, it is all a bit much – too loud, too crowded, too beery.
I miss the space, time and above all that certain conviviality you get from Championship cricket.
For example, there is a steward on the gate at the River End at Chelmsford w...