I always had this sneaking suspicion about Patrick Kidd.
That he is a sound egg, all virtues and no vices.
When he steps out of house, he daily thrusts a coin into the palm of a waiting beggar, pats him on the back and advises him not to waste it on drink.
In the bus, he vacates seats for elderly men and women, never jumps signal, stands patiently in queues, as and when he is in a queue, and goes about spreading light and sweetness.
Strain your eyes and you might see something around his head which you are not sure if it’s not a halo.
Goad me a little more and I would have a lump in my throat.
Well, to cut a long story short, Patrick Kidd (the Don Bradman of cricket writing) of ‘The Times’ (the Don Corleone of newspapers) has concocted a list titled “The world's 50 best cricket websites”.
And it’s the mention of Doosra there that threatens to bring the lump in my throat.
That he is a sound egg, all virtues and no vices.
When he steps out of house, he daily thrusts a coin into the palm of a waiting beggar, pats him on the back and advises him not to waste it on drink.
In the bus, he vacates seats for elderly men and women, never jumps signal, stands patiently in queues, as and when he is in a queue, and goes about spreading light and sweetness.
Strain your eyes and you might see something around his head which you are not sure if it’s not a halo.
Goad me a little more and I would have a lump in my throat.
Well, to cut a long story short, Patrick Kidd (the Don Bradman of cricket writing) of ‘The Times’ (the Don Corleone of newspapers) has concocted a list titled “The world's 50 best cricket websites”.
And it’s the mention of Doosra there that threatens to bring the lump in my throat.
