Well one young man is out of jail one man has gone to jail and corruption has reached the heartlands of Essex. What more is there to come as this new season starts?
As I sit here in my bed with the dulcet tones of Test Match Special drifting out across the room I remember with fondness the days when as a child I would, all bleary eyed, drag myself up to listen to the tours of the 1970's. Instead of Geoffrey chatting he was batting and wearing down the opposition and my childhood hero was instilling that Yorkshire pride into me. Cricket to me was like heroin to an addict, I simply couldn't get enough of it. I was the first to the nets and the last to want to leave, the radio was never off. In 1981 I remember asking my skipper if I could field on the boundary, not because I wanted to hide but because a chap on the fence had the Leeds Test Mach on the transistor and Beefy was doing his stuff. It was a double dose, playing and listening.
How can any child now believe in the sanctity of the beautiful game?
Well it is a new season and that has to be the priority. Let us restore the faith in those that play, in those who would be our heroes. Let us move forward with positive force and remove all blemish from the muddy face of the bloodied warrior and let us cherish our love once more.
