For the record..I am the Franks Wild Years' mate who couldn't make the game.
Although not getting into the game f***ed up father and son's evening and was bang out of order...I would like to say that when I rang the club today to complain the bloke (Joe) on the phone could not have been more...
If I'd have seen that in a charity shop in Bristol I'd 've spurt me load in a great heaving whoooooosh.
I used to have that book (and the other one like it) when I was a younger man but left it behind with me LP's n stuff in lieu of a debt when I quit to go a wanderin'
Fancy a day out watching...
Ball of the day.
And I qoute.
Shane Warne's HUGE leg break in his first over,
a spitting cobra that leapt out of the rough and rapped Andrew Strauss on the inside of his front pad.
Bring 'em home. They're not safe.
Not even Mrs Flintoff's little soldier.