A game of backyard cricket is truly a Peter Pan moment for many of my generation. It’s where many millions of boys and girls first found their love of the game and it’s a memory that never fades. Backyard cricket matters.
It doesn’t matter if your backyard was in the suburbs of Sydney, London or Cape Town, the bush towns of Australia, the beaches of the Caribbean or the grass less school yards of India. It has and should always be lauded as where one’s love odour game can really begin.
Jasprit Bumrah is arguably one of the top five bowlers in the world and his action is that of a backyard cricketer or, as reported, a young kid growing up without the trappings of a pathway and bowling in the burbs of India between two buildings a metre apart.
I’m no different and at this time of year, I’d be guessing many cricket tragics would either be rolling their arm over in the backyard or at least recalling days of yore, when they could.
