Alan Butcher drops his head, both hands behind his back and looks sheepishly down the wicket like a small boy caught stealing jam.
John Arlott |
Alan Knott is small, pokey, alert as a cat ... as alive to possibilities of misadventure as a boy playing French cricket on a bumpy lawn.
John Thicknesse |
And when you rub the ball on rump or belly, Remember what it looks like on the telly.
A. P. Herbert |
Reviewing a stage adaptation of Henry Fielding's Tom Jones - Good Fielding. No Hit.
Kyle Crichton |
The fieldsmen are scattered in the wilderness like missionaries.
John Arlott |
There is nothing in cricket more calculated to raise a laugh than the sight of some determined and serious man under a spiralling catch.
Peter Roebuck Tangled up in White |
