Re: RIP Thread
Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2022 6:07 pm
It's taken cricket to finally turn this forum into the proper place of sensibility, decorum and high-class conversation that it should have always been. Lovely words,mate,absolutely lovely. I always think that no matter where you are in the world or who you are talking to, they'll always be a connection to cricket brought up somewhere. Someone always says, "Oh my dad used to play" or "My brother loves it" or "I spent years as a kid watching my dad and uncle and brother all play together." Even if people have no interest themselves, they've always had or have a connection somewhere. The game just seems to stay with you.the playing mantis wrote: ↑Sun Mar 06, 2022 11:08 pmProbably the most eloquent thing posted on here.Perryashburtongroves wrote: ↑Sat Mar 05, 2022 7:01 pmThe way we feel about our cricketing heroes as cricket lovers is different to any other sport. What they mean to us and what they represent is so different to any other sport. In terms of football, I love Arsenal but actually can't be bothered with other matches but my God, I love cricket and could watch any match, anywhere in the world all day, every day. There's something deeply emotional about the bond we have with our favourite players because they remind us of something, a time in our lives or an afternoon or of just being younger again. Moments and memories and love. That's what the game is about.the playing mantis wrote: ↑Fri Mar 04, 2022 10:09 pmRIP warnie.
Cricket is my true love.
Absolutely devastated by this weirdly. He was Cricket. Growing up in the 90s he was THE star and remained so. Transcended the game, and such a character, just someone who you wished was your mate.
Theres a lot of terrible stuff going on and people losing loved ones every minute of every day, and i shouldn't feel like this but i do... this has hit me like losing a close friend. I never met him, but i saw him play in person in country cricket (i think) and on tv and listened to his commentary and take on the game with great interest, and felt he was someone we knew (i mean the cricket community). My family cant understand why im so upset about this, and i cant either really. Just doesn't seem real. Shane Warne can't die. he is cricket. Part of my childhood gone but at such a relatively young age and in someone so full of life, enthusiasm and positivity.
Solace in that he had such a good time and lived a good life.
RIP shane and thoughts and prayers for you, your parents, your children and all those close to you. Same for Rod Marsh another great.
Legend in the true sense of the word, we will never see your like again.
Bowling shane.
Well done Perry, had me welling up at the end (emotional bstard that i am), as it is so so very true.
Yes the Arse get me angered /annoyed/joyous and as a kid tearful at times and i have shared memories since the 90's with my old man and brother and cousins, but there is just something more and almost spiritual about those same feelings i have for the summer game and those same shared memories. I am the same as you in that I wont change the channel to watch another football game and actively turn other games off and do/watch something else if say BBC/ITV have a game on as i have no interest, but cricket is different, i can watch any game (apart from IPL) with pleasure just for the joy of the game - walking though a park or out on a cycle ride and come across a village game i will stop and watch and lose track of time, even out with the misses and somewhere to be, just let me watch 5 minutes (got in trouble touring Bath once as i was more keen on watching the cricket game we came across...).
I think Warney is the first, well certainly the biggest of the generation i grew up with to pass away (Bob Willis and Mike Hendrick were both very sad too but before my time). His relative young age and the fact he to me was the greatest and such a larger than life character, and someone with so much knowledge to give back and stories to share is why its so painful, even though i have no right for it to be and my tenuous link to a global star pales in to insignificance with what other people are suffering with whats happening.
Thinking about it he reminds me of lazy summer days that seemed to go on forever, when the world was perhaps more innocent and definitely simpler (maybe thats just childhood (good John Betjemen poem on that topic - entitled 'Norfolk' highly recommended youtube reading here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k1HYrts9kkE ), but i think it was).., playing in the back garden or down the beach with my old man or over the park in nets with my mates and hot days down at castle park or the county ground playing games behind the seating or on the outfield during an interval, barely knowing what was going on on the pitch but more interested in a impromptu knock about using chairs as wickets and spotting a player wandering around to sign a scorecard or bat, scrounging money from my dad for an icecream, i guess that's all part of it.
Once again, RIP the King, the game won't be the same without you, and thanks Perry for putting it so well how and why this feels like it does.