Batting the fuck on
The claps start slow and quiet, by the time Jofra Archer is at the crease, it’s quick and loud. His feet land, making a scratching noise…
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One end was cricket, the other was Steve Smith
There’s a complete lack of anxiety. No pre-cocking of the wrist, the robotic front arm is gone and the follow-through happens because of…
Rory Burns is a cricketer
“If you can’t be a cricketer, at least look like one” was what my father — and coach — would say at least once every training session. It…
My first day of the Ashes 2019/1997 and forever
There is a green light shining onto Uma Thurman and Michael Richards. They’re in my teenage bedroom as characters from Pulp Fiction and…
The green pitch of Lord’s
The heat at Lord’s meant the Members could take their blazers off for day one. This is a members’ ground, and a members’ sport. To play…
My personal World Cup Review
World Cup is over. Though pretty sure I have 3 more features that are yet to be published. During the tournament, I did around 35…
My time with ABC Grandstand
Gerard Whateley has just stepped down from the ABC, this is a piece on my time consulting with the ABC on how to build a better cricket…
The Lillee of Campbellfield
Peter Kimber: The surburban outswing legend My father played cricket for years, this is my story on him.
Marcus North saves lives: One night in Adelaide that Cate McGregor remembers
I talked a lot about Marcus North’s five country sides the night Malcolm McGregor didn’t kill himself, and Cate McGregor was born. It was…
The Swamp of fear
How the fear of ordinary people is weaponised
Giant Lizard Theory
In many ways not even remotely everything you need to know about writing
Woman of books
My mother, the library technician