The Australian temper is at bottom grim. It is as though the sun has dried up his nature.

The Australian temper is at bottom grim. It is as though the sun has dried up his nature.

The laws of cricket tell of the English love of compromise between a particular freedom and a general orderliness, or legality.

The umpire... is like the geyser in the bathroom; we cannot do without it, yet we notice it only when it is out of order.

In cricket, as in no other game, a great master may well go back to the pavilion scoreless.... In no other game does the law of averages get to work so potently, so mysteriously.

Like the British constitution, cricket was not made: it has 'grown'.

A snick by Jack Hobbs is a sort of disturbance of a cosmic orderliness.