I had to fall in love with cricket. It was almost compulsory.
The headmaster of my prep school, Alleyn Court, was Denys Wilcox, who captained Essex. He wasn’t especially good at cricket, but in those far-off days, captains had to be ‘gentlemen’. He obviously qualified – look at the way he spelt ‘Denys’. His face was set in a permanent look of disapproval, even when he went to bat for Essex, usually about number seven.
Yet I still
