To watch highlights now of the 1975 World Cup final is to open a kind of time capsule whose contents are recognisable but obviously of a cricket world now long bygone. Helmetless batsmen whirling slim ...
In the '70s I was always Chappelli. Backyard cricket with my competitive neighbour John was epic. I always batted and was Australia's No. 3. He bowled. He was often one of those fearsome quicks from ...