The author of this article failed to mention another important player- me! A little sister who was “allowed” to be wicky. It was somewhat a shock to my little body when a Springer bouncer struck my tummy and left a leather cricket ball sized red mark for weeks! I was relegated. Replaced by a red cloud kelpie border collie cross called Otto marking him as the 8th member of the team. I was not permitted to bowl or bat. My very limited amateur cricketing period at age over 40, was marked by my exceptional fielding. Happens when you have 3 brorhers and a working dog chasing you down. On your tail! Great memories too, folded away
Great article John this is another issue in the current push for ridiculously small suburban blocks which is developers promising to provide open space or ovals in these developments but are inadequately small. Something needs to be done about this the green movement is providing cover for developers to make more profits instead of outdoor space for our kids.
This could have been me JT although I think I did a little better having my own tennis court, cricket pitch, 3 hole golf course on the family farm in Lang Lang, Victoria. I was the curator, player, announcer, whatever.
When my kids were growing up we lived in a court yard and the local boys , 7 or 8 of them played sport in the street. One condition was that they had to kick with the wrong foot during the footy season under the watchful eyes of Rod Crawford or myself. They were nearly all great local footy champs.
I said to a woman the other day who was standing outside her house with three kids. "Welcome to our neighbourhood". Her reply gobsmacked me " I have been here for 3 years". I had never seen the children and I walk past her house every day. Ahh, todays generation,
The author of this article failed to mention another important player- me! A little sister who was “allowed” to be wicky. It was somewhat a shock to my little body when a Springer bouncer struck my tummy and left a leather cricket ball sized red mark for weeks! I was relegated. Replaced by a red cloud kelpie border collie cross called Otto marking him as the 8th member of the team. I was not permitted to bowl or bat. My very limited amateur cricketing period at age over 40, was marked by my exceptional fielding. Happens when you have 3 brorhers and a working dog chasing you down. On your tail! Great memories too, folded away
Great article John this is another issue in the current push for ridiculously small suburban blocks which is developers promising to provide open space or ovals in these developments but are inadequately small. Something needs to be done about this the green movement is providing cover for developers to make more profits instead of outdoor space for our kids.
Forgot to mention that my latest book "A VIEW FROM FINE LEG" is available from meat sportweb@net2000.com.au.
It is about me growing up on the farm and sport of course.
This could have been me JT although I think I did a little better having my own tennis court, cricket pitch, 3 hole golf course on the family farm in Lang Lang, Victoria. I was the curator, player, announcer, whatever.
When my kids were growing up we lived in a court yard and the local boys , 7 or 8 of them played sport in the street. One condition was that they had to kick with the wrong foot during the footy season under the watchful eyes of Rod Crawford or myself. They were nearly all great local footy champs.
I said to a woman the other day who was standing outside her house with three kids. "Welcome to our neighbourhood". Her reply gobsmacked me " I have been here for 3 years". I had never seen the children and I walk past her house every day. Ahh, todays generation,