THE PEACEFUL SCENES WHEN CRICKET’S HERE.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 17991, 30 October 1926, Page 1

THE PEACEFUL SCENES WHEN CRICKET’S HERE.

BY SIN BAD. There isn’t the excitement when the cricket season’s here that is noted every . winter round the Rugby field of play. People do not flock in thousands sparkling bits of' play to cheer, for there’s scarce a murmur rising from the park each Saturdaj'. Where in winter there were hundreds you will not find more than ten, and they do not watch the struggles with a great display of heat. Rather do they stroll and chatter, sparing glances now and then to the peaceful green arena where the star elevens meet. You may hear some mild discussion as you slowly pass along as to whether Burns or Brunton is supreme behind the sticks, and a burst of loud handclapping seizes now and then the throng as, say, Oliver or Crawford hits a well deserving six. Old Bo)*s' prospects on occasion may give rise to argument, and the province’s eleven to some speculative guess, but a mild “ 1 disagree, sir,” is at greatest the extent to which cricket fans will travel as their feelings they express. Now I think it is a pity that the favoured winter sport should of barrack and excitement have the sole monopoly. I am longing for the season to eventuate, in short, when the bankers hoot the umpire as the)' did the referee.