What are some books about the cricket?

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Business idea: distract Smith by having the slip cordon loudly recite passages from Finnegans Wake

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KP...now THAT was a batsman

>low fat
the 90's called, they want their food pyramid back

It's not high Yea Forums, but I really enjoyed Penguins Stopped Play by Harry Thompson. It's about a villlage cricket team (i.e. people who love the sport but have no real talent) who decide to play a match in every continent, meeting teams from all over the world as they do so. It's a humorous read, and captures the amateur grassroots support for the game nicely.

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Indirectly about cricket, A Pack of Lies by McCaughrean is something like if The Illustrated Man had been written by a cricket fan with a library book addiction. Main character is called MCC.

Won't be of much interest to adult readers, but when I was a child I enjoyed two cricket-related book series. The "Hurricane Hamish" series tells the story of a West Indian teenage orphan who manages to break into the national side, and the "Glory Gardens" series tells the story of a group of British school friends who decide to set up a cricket team. If you've got children and want to indoctrinate them into the world of cricket (and that's certainly what I'll do with mine, when they arrive), then these are some nice books to do it with.

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I've always wondered if there could be a book in which cricket plays the same role as tennis does in Infinite Jest, given that cricket is the highest-IQ sport known to man. No such book exists, as far as I'm aware, so I may have to write it myself.

this is a good one

fucking gayness manifested in a sport

probably Wodehouse

Why is test cricket the greatest form of any sport of all time? How can anything be so fucking incredible?

Didn’t ask you to describe American Football.

>not posting the GOAT
Played a match once—single wicket—friend the colonel—Sir Thomas Blazo—who should get the greatest number of runs.—Won the toss—first innings—seven o’clock A.m.—six natives to look out—went in; kept in—heat intense—natives all fainted—taken away—fresh half–dozen ordered—fainted also—Blazo bowling—supported by two natives—couldn’t bowl me out—fainted too—cleared away the colonel—wouldn’t give in—faithful attendant—Quanko Samba—last man left—sun so hot, bat in blisters, ball scorched brown—five hundred and seventy runs—rather exhausted—Quanko mustered up last remaining strength—bowled me out—had a bath, and went out to dinner.’

‘And what became of what’s–his–name, Sir?’ inquired an old gentleman.

‘Blazo?’

‘No—the other gentleman.’ ‘Quanko Samba?’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘Poor Quanko—never recovered it—bowled on, on my account—bowled off, on his own—died, sir.’

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