Why there will never be another cricket writer like John Woodcock
The late Times journalist enhanced the sport with writing of such grace and honesty that even grizzled professionals stood to attention when he was on parade.
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The late Times journalist enhanced the sport with writing of such grace and honesty that even grizzled professionals stood to attention when he was on parade.
By Michael Henderson“There can be no summer in this land without cricket,” wrote Neville Cardus, the man who invented sports writing,…
By Michael HendersonMay in Chipping Campden. Unlike April in Paris, or autumn in New York, nobody has mythologised it in song.…
By Michael HendersonHe is now best known for that dramatic pot-boiler, An Inspector Calls. But Priestley’s gripping novels show an instinctive…
By Michael HendersonWhat a ghastly mess.
By Michael HendersonArsène Wenger may have run his last meaningful race but others no longer young are still on the track.…
By Michael HendersonMy week, from walking the streets of Berlin to class snobbery and the right kind of gentrification.
By Michael HendersonCricket was once the English national sport – but, for many people today, it has become invisible.
By Michael HendersonAs McIlvanney retires from sports journalism, it is worth remembering why to read him on Muhammed Ali or Matt…
By Michael Henderson