My Grandad was a cricketer.
My dad was a cricketer.
My brother is a cricketer.
My (70+) Mom plays softball cricket.
My husband is a cricketer.
None of them are famous. The Cricketer’s Wife is a collection of memories from a life spent sitting (or playing as a kid) on the boundaries of cricket fields in England or, more recently, Australia.
If you’ve grown up with cricket too, then I’m hoping you’ll find some of my musings mighty familiar.
While I enjoy cricket a lot, I wouldn’t go as far as labelling myself a cricket tragic. (My father-in-law thinks otherwise.) Like, I can’t convincingly give you all of the fielding positions. And there are only a handful of monumental, iconic, cricketing moments I can recount. But I am an enthusiast who loves the sport enough that she wants to add her voice, share her experience of growing up in a cricket-loving family, and who does stay up way past her bedtime to watch England fixtures.
This is The Cricketer’s Wife.
I’m Rose.
And I hope you enjoy the cricket-inspired memories I share.
Go well.
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