From deep, deep within the AOC archives – as part of our retro ‘Golden Summers’ series in association with Wisden – remember the name: Fred Spofforth. “As I got near Mr Spofforth he sort of fixed me. His look went through me like a red-hot poker. I walks on past him along th’ wicket to th’ batting end, and halfway down somethin’ made me turn round and look at him over my shoulder. And there he was, still fixin’ me with his eye. Spofforth’s no bowler; he’s a hypnotist.
Posted on: Wed, 17 Dec 2014 20:10:53 +0000
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