There's a few background tales to this, but the crux of it is this - the last couple of years, if I get a spare weekend, I go watch cricket.
I barely get to football any more (I'll be honest the crowds aren't good for me and I don't really enjoy it). Cricket, though, red ball cricket, I love.
I live in Kent, so naturally they're the team I see most often, but I'm a Yorkshire man and a Yorkshire fan, so unless I'm at Kent, they'd be second pick, and then AN Other game behind.
I have to go to Kent because this year, they gave me a membership to be their poet. I've got a staff entry card, get in every game for free and I'm bound to one poem a month - my remit being positive and covering a range of things within the month.
I thought this might be nice for me to detail where I've been with photos maybe, and what I saw. I'll try post one today, and I'm up to four days this year, with a fifth booked for Sunday.
I thought it might be nice, if anyone else goes to cricket for them to do the same here. People don't, though. I'm always being told that.
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First match I got to was early April, Middlesex v. Durham MCCU at Merchant Taylor's School (you can see the school buildings on the right there) . Durham bowled well, kept it really tight early on and though Sam Robson looked comfortable, scoring was difficult.
I spent my dad chatting to a guy who looked like Bill Nighy could have been his son, absolutely lovely chap, steeped in Middlesex. When I say chatting, we must've said 100 words between us "That was unlucky", "I thought that was high", "They say he bats like Denis Compton but I don't see it"
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The afternoon was rather taken over by a bloke who plonked himself next to us and wouldn't shut up. He was Tax Master of the Year 1984 (it's like Master Mind but for taxmen). I learned all sorts of things about him and his life; not that he wasn't a nice chap, but the day needed respect and quiet, and he couldn't provide the latter which was a bit of a shame.
(Those photos aren't the same (check the fielders and the branches) but it's rare I sit in the same spot all day)
Excellent day, though the cricket was a bit flat. 7/10.
I barely get to football any more (I'll be honest the crowds aren't good for me and I don't really enjoy it). Cricket, though, red ball cricket, I love.
I live in Kent, so naturally they're the team I see most often, but I'm a Yorkshire man and a Yorkshire fan, so unless I'm at Kent, they'd be second pick, and then AN Other game behind.
I have to go to Kent because this year, they gave me a membership to be their poet. I've got a staff entry card, get in every game for free and I'm bound to one poem a month - my remit being positive and covering a range of things within the month.
I thought this might be nice for me to detail where I've been with photos maybe, and what I saw. I'll try post one today, and I'm up to four days this year, with a fifth booked for Sunday.
I thought it might be nice, if anyone else goes to cricket for them to do the same here. People don't, though. I'm always being told that.
First match I got to was early April, Middlesex v. Durham MCCU at Merchant Taylor's School (you can see the school buildings on the right there) . Durham bowled well, kept it really tight early on and though Sam Robson looked comfortable, scoring was difficult.
I spent my dad chatting to a guy who looked like Bill Nighy could have been his son, absolutely lovely chap, steeped in Middlesex. When I say chatting, we must've said 100 words between us "That was unlucky", "I thought that was high", "They say he bats like Denis Compton but I don't see it"
The afternoon was rather taken over by a bloke who plonked himself next to us and wouldn't shut up. He was Tax Master of the Year 1984 (it's like Master Mind but for taxmen). I learned all sorts of things about him and his life; not that he wasn't a nice chap, but the day needed respect and quiet, and he couldn't provide the latter which was a bit of a shame.
(Those photos aren't the same (check the fielders and the branches) but it's rare I sit in the same spot all day)
Excellent day, though the cricket was a bit flat. 7/10.