That I named my son after him must say it all as to who & what I think about this great man. As I have said, many times, no man has given me greater pleasure than ‘Gordon Greenidge‘. I wanted my son to be ‘Gordon Guruge’ (GG) — same as Gordon. His mother & her family, ardent Catholics all, claimed that ‘Gordon’ was too Jewish a name! This was long time ago & I did NOT know any better. Since then I have come to know a lot of Jews & I have yet to meet a Gordon. So, I relented that ‘Gordon’ would be his middle name. NO! ‘Matthew’ is NOT Biblical. Named after ‘Matthews Southern Comfort‘ (with Ian Matthews). One of my favorite groups at the time — & I have always liked Ian Matthews.
I was a fully paid up member of the Hampshire Cricket Club (HCC) from 1975 to about 1982 (& I left Britain in 1985 (for what was meant to be 2-years in the States)). So, I was at Hampshire during SOME of the glory days of Gordon (not to mention Barry Richards, Andy Roberts & Malcolm Marshall). Yes, I even saw Mark Nicholas play.
I, of course, knew Gordon & he knew me by sight. I saw him occasionally away from cricket grounds & he would always stop to chat. Very nice guy.
Much of what Mark talks about in this article was AFTER I (alas) left the U.K.
Mark writes well as you would expect of a man of his erudition. This made my day. I wanted to share this with YOU. Enjoy.
Thank YOU, Gordon. Hope you are well. SMILE.
Why The Size Of Cricket Bats Had To Be Reined In By The New Cricket Laws — “Laws Of Cricket 2017 Code”.
This picture, featuring my hero Barry Richards,
who I knew well, from my days as a Hampshire County Cricket Club member,
tells it ALL.
The new bats were just getting TOO BIG in terms of thickness and bulk.
As I said last night, the width permitted by the new law, the 2017 Code of Cricket, still allows for bats 1″ thicker than the last bat I owned.
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This might be sacrilegious to say so,
BUT he reminds me of Barry Richards!
I saw him for the first time today, opening for South Africa in the Test match against Bangladesh. Wow. He oozes class! Not even 23-years old.
A few years ago it was Quinton de Kock. He is now one of my FAVORITE cricketers. Now Aiden Markram.
As with Quinton de Kock, mark my word. Aiden Markram is going places.
P.S., I knew Barry Richards. Saw a LOT of him, playing for Hampshire between 1975 – 1979. I was a Hants. Cricket Club member during that time, and lucky enough to have Barry and Gordon Greenidge open for Hampshire.
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.by Anura Guruge
No, I have not been to South Africa. But, I am no stranger to S.A. Obviously it is part of MY Commonwealth and they are Test playing nation — that is also pretty damn good at rugby. In the 1980s I was ‘associated’ (that is probably the best word) with a South African living in London, an ex-IBMer like me. I have also known a few others from there, one of them being my primary contact for a company in MN that I did a load of writing. Moreover, four (4) of my all time heroes are South African. Nelson, of course. I watched his release (and I still remember all 2 hours of it). I cried when he walked out. I cried when he was elected President. I will cry when he dies, as he must — though I am not known for crying when people die (firmly believing that death is an integral part of life). I am also particularly fond of Desmond Tutu. I have this picture of Desmond on my PC — and trust me, you have to be special to have your picture saved on this PC. And then there is Barry Richards and Mike Proctor.
Two days after the famous ‘White Bronco’ chase I told my ex-brother-in-law, a lawyer, that OJ will walk. And walk he did. My brother-in-law was pretty impressed.
South Africa, alas, does not have a sterling record when it comes to violence against women. But, before we start crowing, neither does New Hampshire. I have been meaning to tackle this at some point. I am aware of three women that have died in NH, in the Lakes Region, in the last 6 years — and nobody has gone on trial as yet. Who am I talking about: the nurse murdered in Wolfeboro, the ex-wife of the car dealer shot in Gilford and I am referring to this accident in 2009 when the Former Miss NH was killed in a car crash. We actually knew the driver involved. He was an (ex-)pilot. As soon as I heard of the accident and the conditions in which it happened — I was mortified. There were things I worried about. So, we have to search our souls about what is happening in NH before we criticize S.A. too much.
BUT, you might find it interesting to read about S. Africa’s current President, Jacob Zuma, a confirmed polygamist and a serial-parallel adulterer. [And at this stage Deanna will start laughing.]
Anyway, why was I cringing?
CNN’s, obsessive, non-stop coverage of the bail hearing has cast S.A. in a very poor light. I feel bad about that.
They have come a long way. There is still a long road that they have to walk.
I am happy to see black natives in power. But, many of them are still learning the ropes. I saw and heard the Police Commissioner for S.A. yesterday. I was so embarrassed for her. I can relate. English is not my first language either, and I too speak with a heavy accent. But, I am not the Commissioner of Police. She should have spoken in Afrikaans and let the media translate. Same this morning with the RAMBLING, egocentric babbling of the magistrate. Oh, dear. I felt so bad for the South Africans. They are not bad people. Invariably they are fun, good people. Many have hearts of gold. Yes, that magistrate made O.J.’s Judge Ito look and sound like a scholar and that takes some doing.
A shame. So, the blade runner will walk. We in NH need to do something about these women that have got killed. Nelson, alas, will die and I will cry. So too will Tutu. I will probably cry too. South Africa is on the right track. But, they have a long way to go. One piece of advice to the officials: IF Afrikaans is your mother tongue, talk in Afrikaans when you are being interviewed. It will give you some credibility.
by Anura Guruge
As far as I can remember, all my life, I have been cricket MAD. It is still the abiding passion of my life, a just very few things getting precedence over my addiction to cricket. As a boy growing up in Ceylon I played some form of cricket everyday; if it was raining making do in our garage. My desire to study and analyze subjects in depth, to be a ‘guru’ on a subject, started with cricket. I would study the science of cricket for hours on end. I was good at reading games. Yes, I played, never that well BUT always memorably to all concerned. Yes, people would come to watch me, at all levels, just for the sheer entertainment value I would provide. Nobody, especially me, would be sure what I would do, but invariably there would be a flash of genius followed by long periods of ignominy. But, those flashes, though always fleeting, amused people. I played with gusto. All heart. No discipline. Non-stop action. I watched a LOT of cricket too. I was a member of ‘Hampshire Cricket Club’ and ‘Middlesex Cricket Club’ and was a regular fixture in the Grandstands at most home games.
I saw, in person, all of the GREAT players on the 1970s and 1980s; Barry Richards, Imran Kahn, Mike Proctor, Richard Hadlee, Andy Roberts, Viv Richards, Gordon Greenidge and all the British players. I ‘knew’ many of them from all the times we would be at the same place at the same time. I was there in Southampton the day a 19 year old Malcolm Marshall made his debut on a cold, April day. He bowled terribly and dropped a catch. Me, from my customary perch in the Stands, shouted out: ‘give him a bucket’. I cried when he died.
My son’s middle name is ‘Gordon’, after Gordon Greenidge. I was blessed to see a LOT of Gordon, both for Hampshire and the West Indies. Given that Gordon, Andy and Malcolm, all played for Hampshire (to which I belonged) and Viv played for Somerset (which was my 2nd home in those days), I was a HUGE West Indies fan.
Yes, I was there in 1979 when they won the World Cup.
That very, very briefly was a BIT about me and cricket before I moved to the States in 1985. During the first 10 years I still followed cricket quite a bit. I used to have the London ‘Sunday Times’ air mailed to me. I used to also get both cricket magazines from the U.K. delivered. Plus, I used to go back. During my first two years I used to fly back for weekends — and get a day of watching cricket in, at Lord’s, on Saturday! Fly out Friday night, fly back Sunday afternoon. back at work Monday morning.
Two years ago, I ditched Metrocast and got DISH. DISH offered 3-channels of 24×7 cricket for $20/month. Since this is my only indulgence is life, I rationalized that I can afford it. So, I have the DISH cricket package.
When I first subscribed, DISH did not bother to maintain the Program Guide for those 3 networks; i.e., you had no idea what was going to be shown. All that the ONLINE program guide would say was: cricket, cricket, cricket …
Took me 3 months to get that FIXED. They just could not understand. I had to keep on explaining that it would be like subscribing to HBO and having the guide just say: movie, movie, movie …
I did chronicle my woes … here. Check it out.
So we now come to the ICC World Twenty20 2012 T20 world cup that was held in Sri Lanka (the country of my birth) from September 18 to October 7, 2012.
Willow, Ten Cricket nor NEO Cricket had coverage of it.
The bloody ICC had sold the U.S. and Caribbean rights to SBOs at ESPN. What the heck do the clowns at ESPN no about cricket. Cricket is way, way too subtle and cerebral for those that can only appreciate crash-AD-bang-AD-wallop-AD sports.
I can’t find any bloody TV coverage of the T20 World Cup by ESPN. I don’t want to watch it on my PC. Yes, I have a 27″ HD screen, and yes it looks good, BUT I have a 47″ HD screen and that is where I want to watch the cricket — FULL SCREEN.