Introduction

When I first took up wicketkeeping in the summer holidays of 1975, I knew something special was going to happen. I was a pretty good sprinter, played tennis in the summer and netball in the winter but cricket always seemed to be untouchable. This was probably because it was always played by boys including my older brothers and I was only ever allowed to watch. You can imagine how my heart sang when the neighbourhood team told me I was playing. My appointment had nothing to do with my talent but more to do with the wicket-keeper being away on his family holiday. However, never one to turn down an opportunity I was in. Sadly, what I had not worked out is that when keeping wicket, it pays not to stand up, especially when the batter is showing off his new bat. First ball of the game and the new bat collided with my head. I remember seeing stars then darkness. Yes, I was knocked out. I am not sure there is a name for this unusual feat but I think there should be, and in keeping with ducks, perhaps something bird like.