MARTIN JOHNSON
There’s a story of a tail ender fending off a ferocious 95mph bouncer in front of his face, and the ball looping just short of the ring of close catchers. Off strode the batsman towards the pavilion, and when the fielding captain shouted:
“Hey, where are you going? It didn’t quite carry!” the reply came back: “It was close enough for me mate. I’m off.”
It’s no doubt apocryphal, but the bowler most associated with this anecdote is Sylvester Clarke, the brutally quick West Indian who played for Surrey between 1979 and 1989, ...
