
Player Profile
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Full Name (including all middle names) |
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DOB (No Lies) |
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Sundown Specials Role |
Middle order batsman, usually cavalier.
Right arm offspin, which meanders between devastating and crap. |
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Height |
6 feet |
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Weight (definitely no lies) |
Up and down, mostly up |
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Nickname (yes even those you hate) |
Meds |
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Sundown Specials Debut |
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Marital Status |
Never quite reached the alter, but live
with partner Maddie & son Luke |
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Family Links with Cricket (you must have some!) |
Brother wicket keeper for Horncastle |
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Cricketing Education |
Drive way Langton Close, Horncastle
v Pete Medlock, and daring him to fetch the ball I had slogged into
Mrs Bryants garden. |
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Sundown Specials players admired and
why |
Smiler for his ability to get us on
the pitch each week, John Hollis for his inability to enjoy a game whilst
it’s happening. Anyone who has no clue about the game
but still turns up to be ridiculed. |
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Young Sundowner to watch out for |
Hollis |
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Greatest moment for Sundown Specials |
Smashing a tile on the roof of some
flats next to Tenterton’s pitch. When the owner came to complain and
asked who was responsible, Mark Naisbitt blamed the bowler. |
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Greatest Strop witnessed at Specials
match |
“You’re a c**nt and you’re a c**t” Mark
Naisbitt to Mick and me at Horncastle. |
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Injuries current or likely to reccur |
Neck and calf |
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Diseases current or likely to reccur |
Alcoholism |
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Favourite Film |
Kes |
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Favourite Porno Film |
Buttman in |
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Favourite Book |
Paddy Clarke Ha Ha Ha – Roddy Doyle
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Favourite Song |
Take time to know her – Percy Sledge |
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If you weren’t a cricketer what would
you be? |
Rock God |
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Favourite restaurant and meal(Andy…only
one!) |
Roberto’s Café – Long Lane, Finchley
Central. Indian, especially on a Sunday night
after a victory. |
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Favourite Cricket Club Bar |
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Worst Cricket Club Bar |
Bars at test grounds in |
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Favourite Pub in the |
Before it was ruined, the Joiners Arms. |
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Favourite Pub outside |
Old Absinthe bar – |
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You must be good at something – name
it |
Singing |
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Any Other relevant information you would like to contribute |
Many
thanks to J. Hollis for persuading me to play in an evening game at
Clitterhouse (approx 1986 no idea about oppo), there was a full-blown
storm, with lightning and all. When I asked him if we should carry
on he replied “Yeah, it will
blow over soon!” Trevor Harwood was scoring in a book,
which was becoming pulp, the ball was the size of a small melon, yet
we carried on. I always new, from that moment on, no
matter how bad or sad the cricketer I became, here was a team I could
always get a game with – thanks for the memories. |
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