The Old Batsman

He can still do it, can't he. He can still induce that vivid chill that blows back in from the early years of the century, when the thin...

In the title sequence of the 1970s TV phenom Kung-Fu (ask your parents, kidz...),  Grasshopper was challenged by his Master to walk across ...

It's hard to write about a feeling as elusive as this one, yet it's that elusiveness that makes it both rare and worthwhile. It happ...

Alex Massie marked the eightieth anniversary of Bodyline with an excellent Spectator blog . Amongst other things, it brought home how distan...

As a kid, I had a book called Boycott On Batting (okay, okay... I know)  the selling point of which, alongside the accumulated wisdom of th...

Ah dear DRS, what a week you've had... All of us on your case, apologies issued at close of play, batters and bowlers, commentators and ...

I remember clearly the first time I was ever run out in proper game. It was on a ground called Castle Field, which had a slope from one end ...