Hit for Six

Where do I start? I remember Jim bowling at me at speed (probably after watching one the Ashes) as a 7 year old in the back garden of Hintlesham Ave. Facing the pace and speed of a six foot odd (and more) 14 year old, to put it bluntly... I suddenly 'soiled my underwear!'

But my endearing memory of my cousin and that which summed him up was a chat we had on the No22 bus just before his premature death. I was on my way to an interview, rather scared, but straight away he tried to reassure me. His precise words were 'don't worry chief, be yourself and you'll hit them for six.' Well I am sure if the bat was in his hands, that would have been the case. Such was the man. A pal I admired, looked up to and above all will greatly miss. Pete

Posted on behalf of Peter Brookes