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The Sandpaper Affair: Ten Naughty Cricket Stories
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Overview
Is it acceptable to run out a team-mate? Should you bet on your Captain's downfall? Would you tamper with a cricket ball to gain an edge? Do you think girls can bat, or would you send down your fastest ball? Have you ever dreamed of hitting the winning run only to have your bails removed and your stumps flattened? Are you a pie chucker, or a natural tail-ender? Are you superstitious? Do you believe in the power of a mystical bat, or essential piece of kit? What would you do if a cricket ball kept landing in your greenhouse? Or someone messed with your box?
MT Sands teases and delights with Ten Naughty Cricket Stories that echo with summer laughter and the sound of leather on willow.
WHY READ THIS BOOK
Me and my Pommie mate, Beef wanted to say a few words about cricket. First off, even if you do not know anything about cricket, we think you should read this book because it tells you about life. To coin a phrase cricket is about life, and life is exactly like the cricket, innit. Secondly, Mary Sands writes like she plays cricket. She has all the best shots. She can hit you for six, or stroke you for four. Not only does she write funnily and well about the cricket, but she gives it all a wicked spin of her own. Finally, there is something magic about a cricket field whether it is a dusty strip in the African veldt, an Indian gulley or Jamaican Beach, the finest lawns of Melbourne or the lovingly trimmed squares of the English shires. We hope these stories will tell something about the magic and the love so many of us feel for this special game.
GO WELL,
Lance and Beef
Product Details
ISBN-13: | 9780957455092 |
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Publisher: | Leopard Publishing Ventures |
Publication date: | 05/24/2019 |
Series: | Naughty Stories , #2 |
Pages: | 132 |
Product dimensions: | 4.25(w) x 7.00(h) x 0.31(d) |
About the Author
Tony was born in Winchester, Hampshire. His father was a businessman, author and publisher of books, and his mother a theatrical actress, giving him a life-long love of books, theatre and story-telling. A graduate of Edinburgh University, Tony has trodden the line between liberal arts and technology through spells in the music industry, television and digital innovation. Tony also runs a thought leadership network in Oxford. He has written a book about business and technology, The Leopard in the Pinstripe Suit (2013) and a book of comic poems, Flat Squirrel (2015).
M.T. Sands grew up in southern England. She ran away from school when she was sixteen and lost her virtue in a field in Burgundy, under the vines of Clos de Tart, to a mystical and long-haired young German who claimed to be able to divine the kabbalah from a rather weathered notebook which had H. H. inscribed in fading, gold leaf on the cover. For several days she followed him on her bicycle until she ate some Pierre che Rire cheese and realized she was being an absolute fool. Thereafter her career began. QUOTES from the M.T. Sands Interview (As Told to Kurt Brown) - "I always had such a wonderful time in the bazaars. You know I once hid in a carpet shop." - "Darling, I merely record. I don't judge or criticise. It's so ghastly when everyone starts wagging their fingers. And shouting each other down. I must say, I don't like all that shouty writing that's telling you what to think or do. We have to make up our minds about that ourselves, don't we?" - "Sometimes one has to do what one has to do, especially to take one's mind off one's predicament."
Table of Contents
The WomanKad 1
My earliest memories of cricket take me back to when I was at school. Unusually for a girls’ school we had a cricket team. One of the girls’ fathers, known to us as Roopey, had been a county player. Roopey was our sponsor and also our coach. Most of the time we played other local girls’ teams, and sometimes, if we were lucky, the boys’ under fifteens. But such was Roopey’s enthusiasm that he would get us fixtures with touring teams. We all loved Roopey, and Roopey loved us, though not as people might insinuate today. He was a jolly good coach and thoroughly decent man. - I also played rounders, but I much preferred cricket. Because of Roopey and the aforementioned opportunity to meet boys…
Everyone was excited, I recall… The Bangalore Pashmeekers were on their traditional early season tour of the home counties. Their reputation proceeded them, especially that of the Puri Sisters: Anika, Anima and Anita. We had played them the year before, and we had gone down to spectacular defeat. Anita bowled us out; Anima took the catches behind the stumps, and Anika batted us off the park. Now the girls wanted revenge – none more so than our Captain Hazel Flint, or Flinty as we called her.
I almost didn’t play. A couple of days before I had twisted my ankle, whilst attempting to climb a gate in a pair of heels. The things we do for a snog at seventeen!
READ ON IN THE BOOK
The Flooring of Henry 7
The Sandpaper Affair 15
Beware the Fruit-Cast! 37
The Clout 41
The Boonie 51
The Fairytale of Indore 57
Gentlemen and Players 63
Charcoal Special 81
The Tailender’s Scorecard 85
63 Not Out 93
M.T. Sands Interview 101