Fred Trueman the man has often been tactless, haphazard, crude, a creature of impulse.
Umpire Harold Bird, having a wonderful time, signalling everything in the world, including stopping traffic coming on from behind.
Wine is a successful effort to translate the perishable into the permanent.
The batsman's technique was like an old lady poking her umbrella at a wasp's nest.
Ray Illingworth is relieving himself in front of the pavilion.
It is rather suitable for umpires to dress like dentists, since one of their tasks is to draw stumps.