Cricket in the Sun I wish I had been in
Jamaica this week. Not just for the sun or its beauty or the friendly gaiety of its inhabitants. I read the reports of the first Test Match for the unofficial champion- ship of the world between Australia and the West Indies with incredulity and delight. Can it really be possible that three of the four innings were completed with scores under 250; that no one made a century; that the match was finished with more than a day to spare; and that we have seen, or anyway read about, great fast bowling again? Yet it is all true, and the weather seems to be getting warmer already here, even though the cricket season ahead of us here looks even drearier than usual. Anyone like a small wager that my hero, Frederick Seward Trueman, makes the England side again? We haven't a fast bowler fit to lace his boots.
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