The Cricket Paper editor Adam Hopkins casts his mind back to his time playing cricket in China
“Xià yí zhàn: Shìjì Dàdào,” a robotic Chinese voice blares over the metro carriage speakers. A few seconds later an English voice follows: “Next station: Century Avenue.”
I get up from my seat and attempt to manoeuvre myself and my large Kookaburra duffle bag towards the carriage doors. “Bù hǎo yì si, bù hǎo yì si” (“Excuse me, excuse me”) I say as I squeeze past an old lady ...
