My first taste of live cricket came in 1963, when my dad took a 12 year-old me to see England playing the West Indies at Headingley. Though I can still remember the names of all the West Indian players, my memories of the day’s events are patchy. I recall Wes Hall’s run-up: so long that he pushed off from the pavilion steps. And whatever Gary Sobers did - batting, fielding, bowling fast, bowling spin, or just putting his collar up - he did with a languid elegance. We talked to the players - it was all very informal in those days - and got a few autographs. Ted Dexter captained England throughout that summer… and he has died today.
Window shopping in Grantham...
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