may break my bones but names will never harm me. Sledging “First, define your terms!” Thus spake (frequently) my English professor from...

Or is it VAR, or maybe TMO? My eight year-old grandson could have drawn a better line than the squiggly one we were presented with on...

Ballance, Curran, Ball – not the most obvious culprits to pay the price for the dismal showing by the England team in the recent Ashes...

Yesterday morning I bumped into Norman Gifford in the Malvern College car park. He told me that he had been asked by his former club,...

Last weekend I went to watch polo. Not my normal cup of tea but as someone told me on the eve of setting out for an extended stay in the...

“Mornin’ Skip.” “Good morning, George. How are we, this fine morning? What do you reckon, Should we have batted or bowled?” “You know my...

Are our young cricketers over-trained? Not long ago, I fell into conversation with the cricket coach of a well-known public school....

The story of Colin Cowdrey, cricket’s most elegant and charming batsmen. Colin Cowdrey was born on a tea plantation in India and was...

In 1973, I played a small part in Hampshire’s success in winning the county championship. In 2016, another Murtagh, my nephew Tim, played...