So that’s me below at 15 years old, with my local cricket team.
I loved playing all sports and wasn’t too bad at cricket – although given the endless summer days I spent at Lodway Cricket Club practising with my friends I should have been far better.
Like everyone who played sport I desperately wanted to improve. I trained enthusiastically and listened to the coaches but I really wanted to see what I looked like when I was playing – how did my bowling style look compared to Ian Botham’s when I saw him tear in to bowl on the TV? What did my batting look like compared to Pete Trego’s playing for the best local team who had just smoked us for a personal tally of 140 runs in about 12 overs?
It didn’t stop at cricket and it wasn’t just me but also my sports-mad team-mates, my sisters and brother who wanted to know how they looked compared to the best. Did we float over the track like Flo-Jo and Michael Johnson or were we rooted to the ground? Did we have an outside break like Jerry Guscott, did we glide over the court like Steffi Graf and Pete Sampras? Was our drive anything like Tiger Woods’?