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by Michael Simkins

eBook The Last Flannelled Fool: My Small Part in English Cricket's Demise and its Large Part in Mine download ISBN: 0091927544
Author: Michael Simkins
Publisher: Ebury Press (July 7, 2011)
Language: English
Pages: 320
ePub: 1707 kb
Fb2: 1287 kb
Rating: 4.6
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Category: Sports
Subcategory: Other Team Sports

in The Last Flannelled Fool with the season he spent, due to injury, not actually playing cricket, but rather .

in The Last Flannelled Fool with the season he spent, due to injury, not actually playing cricket, but rather traversing the UK re-visiting a host of 'holy grails' from his past.

The Last Flannelled Fool book. Michael Simkins spends a summer following cricket and cricketers round the country, taking in village green as well Test arena, in rain as well as sun. If at times he seems to be seeking to relive past enjoyments, he does so with warmth and humour.

The Last Flannelled Fool My Small Part in English Cricket's Demise and Its Large Part in Mine.

The last flannelled fool: my small part in english cricket’s demise and its large part in mine by michael simkins (ebury £1. 9). By James Walton Updated: 07:53 EST, 8 July 2011. If these are names that cause you an instant pang of nostalgia (rather than, say, utter bafflement), then The Last Flannelled Fool is a book you’re almost certain to love. Nonetheless, with its winning mix of reportage, memory, anecdote and straight information, The Last Flannelled Fool ends up not only as an entirely (sometimes shamingly) recognisable portrait of what it is to be a cricket fan.

Michael Simkins is the ultimate Sunday cricketer ? passionate, obsessive, technically inept, and hopelessly deluded. So can cricket still bring comfort and meaning to his life or is Old Father Time about to call for Michael's bails?

Michael Simkins is the ultimate Sunday cricketer ? passionate, obsessive, technically inept, and hopelessly deluded. When an injury rules him out of an entire season, not only might it spell the end of his long career, he is faced more immediately with a summer aimlessly wandering garden centres and listening to The Archers. So can cricket still bring comfort and meaning to his life or is Old Father Time about to call for Michael's bails?

So can cricket still bring comfort and meaning to his life or is Old Father Time about to call for Michael's bails?"

Michael Simkins is the ultimate Sunday cricketer - passionate, obsessive, technically inept, and hopelessly deluded. So can cricket still bring comfort and meaning to his life or is Old Father Time about to call for Michael's bails?"

Michael Simkins is the ultimate Sunday cricketer - passionate, obsessive, technically inept, and hopelessly deluded.

Michael Simkins is the ultimate Sunday cricketer - passionate, obsessive, technically inept, and hopelessly deluded.

The last flannelled fool. my small part in English cricket's demise and its large part in mine. Published 2011 by Ebury in London.

ISBN: 9780091927547 Michael Simkins is the ultimate Sunday cricketer – passionate, obsessive .

The Last Flannelled Fool: My Small Part in English Cricket’s Demise and Its Large Part in Mine. Michael Simkins is the ultimate Sunday cricketer – passionate, obsessive, technically inept, and hopelessly deluded.

Michael Simkins is the ultimate Sunday cricketer—passionate, obsessive, technically inept, and hopelessly deluded. When an injury rules him out of an entire season, not only might it spell the end of his long career, he is faced more immediately with a summer aimlessly wandering garden centers and listening to The Archers. He decides instead to set off on an odyssey across the counties of England in search of that golden time in his youth when his passion for the game was first kindled. It’s a journey that begins in May in light drizzle at the birthplace of cricket, takes in the burial site of his favorite ground (now a Marks & Spencer), and even stops along the way to flirt with the love child of WG Grace and Kerry Katona that is Twenty20. It ends with the ultimate cricketing zenith—returning to the field of play to bowl an over to Freddie Flintoff in fading light in front of a capacity crowd. So can cricket still bring comfort and meaning to his life or is Old Father Time about to call for Michael’s bails?