his book is an unexpected treat. I assumed it would be an endless parade of wing-commanders, field marshalls and Tory peers bemoaning the lapses in standards and how cricket isn't what it was. Sure enough, they're present in this book, which is a selection of cricket letters to the Telegraph from 1928 to the present day, but there are players, pundis and, best of all, a well-informed public whose love of the game shines through their witticisms and whingeing.
The editor has done a good job of selecting letters that effectively tell the story of cricket down the decades. Body-line, Packer, Sobers' six sixes: they're all here - but there's a lot of humour, much of it intentional and some of it simply old-fashioned pedantry.
My favourite is a letter from Richard Hutton, son of Sir Len. In a few hundred unflattering and savagely witty words he described the Fred Trueman he knew as a boastful, boorish team-mate rather than the bluff character beloved of TMS listeners. Recommended to anyone with an interest in cricket history.