A few days ago Geoff Boycott said on a BBC cricket blog:
“Harold Larwood had to walk eight miles just to go the cinema. And then eight miles back.”
Two things strike me about this comment. Firstly, it sounds like the Four Yorkshiremen, with their competitive tales of childhood deprivation.
“Cinema? You were lucky! We used to walk twenty miles to look at a hole in t’ground.”
“Oh, we used to DREAM of looking at a hole in t’ground. We walked a hundred miles before breakfast to look at a cardboard box.”
“Breakfast? Ha!”
(And so on.)
Secondly, I am struck by Boycott’s evident surprise that the distance was the same in both directions. Maybe that’s what went wrong with his running between the wickets.
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