Why i like cricket

[Richard Jenkins]

Why I love cricket

Well I cant really explain this, it’s just a gut feeling when spring and summer come along I naturally feel lighter anyway, and when I step out to the middle for the first time in a season, it kind of lasts in my memory all season, even until the next time I do it. The feeling is of intense pleasure; it just feels right to play the game. That’s more important than winning, but I sure try my best to pull my weight in the team. I live in a country where the natives generally hate cricket with a passion, and view it akin to cruelty to children, seeing it as a slow dull game. I tell them the ball travels very quickly, but they just humour me. When I pick up the bat or ball I’m instantly transported back to back garden games with my brothers and this means a lot to me on a purely personal level. Perhaps I'm a nostalgic old fool but I've a feeling that I'll remember those games until I die.

Oh to be in England (or somewhere they play cricket come to that), in the summertime, with the wind in your hair, feeling the weight of the ball as it leaves the bat. Giving up playing is a hard decision to make, and in our club there was a guy aged 60 who was super fit and could, on his day bowl ten overs and score a century. I wish I could if I get to 60, I can’t do it now!

What is it about cricket you love, What memories or emotions does it evoke?

Am I just a super saddo for feeling this way?

[Essex Eagle]

Cricket to me has a smell ........and i cant quite define it.

Not as such the smell of grass but of tobacco from the eldery in their deckchairs & of greasy food in the bruger stalls.

Blindfold me & put cotton buds in my ears and i could still smell i was at a cricket match!

[Kirsty Harris]

Wow, that is almost poetic!! Really lovely thoughts, RMJ. I find it hard to put in to words what I love about this beautiful game...but what yoy said seems to sum it up beautifully!

[Richard Jenkins]

Yes it's a combination of thinks, a feeling that sends shivers down my spine, smell of cut grass and old beer and pipe tobbacco rings lots of bells;linament cream and linseed oil,flakey but vivid.

[Richard Jenkins]

I do waffle on sometimes Kirsty. When I was younger i dabbled in poetry, but i gave it up cos of being crap.

[Richie Benauds Love Child]

Jumpers for slip fielders, hmmm, isnt it, stumps placed in front of large tree, small boys with tennis balls.

Marvelous !

[Kirsty Harris]

RMJ

well, i was very impressed!!! (and believe me, I am not easy to impress!) It made me feel all warm and fuzzy, and nostalgic..perhaps you should give the poetry thing another go...

[Richard Jenkins]

Jumpers for slip fielders!! excellent; We had a wheelbarrow for wickets, and the other end was the "walnut tree end", If you fligted the delivery just right, the tennis ball would appear through the dappled foliage and smack you on the nose and leave your eyes watering and your brothers wetting themselves. One bounce one hand and four runs if it hit the fence (short boundaries !) six (go next door ) and out.

[Richard Jenkins]

Originally Posted by Kirsty Harris

RMJ

well, i was very impressed!!! (and believe me, I am not easy to impress!) It made me feel all warm and fuzzy, and nostalgic..perhaps you should give the poetry thing another go...

Blimey! I just might do that!

[Kirsty Harris]

RMJ

Go for it, mate!!