The fickle finger of fate

As I’m no longer able to continue inflicting my idiosyncratic style of cricket on the world, owing to my much-surgeried left knee, I have decided to make a switch of direction.

Starting in January I shall be training to be an ECB-certified cricket umpire.


The course is being held at Trent Bridge, which is very convenient.

Once I’ve been fully trained, I’ll be able to umpire cricket matches at various ECB levels.

I’ll try to stay calm and not get too carried away.


But there will be occasions when a difficult decision calls for, you know…


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2 Responses to The fickle finger of fate

  1. Masher says:

    Never had you down as a cricket fan. Is it the lure of those white lab coats that they wear?

    I can just see the players of Northampton and Surrey wondering what they’ve let themselves in for, when the umpire roars up on his ZX9/10R.

    • Brennig says:

      I’m a former dim and distant star* (and amuser of the scorers) of the North Somerset League. I used to play three times a week before I knackered my leg. When I got my wayward limb fixed, I legged it (pun!) to Spain for a bunch of years. When I came back to the UK cricket, like motorbiking, never really got picked up once again, for various reasons. Although I can no longer run (see ‘leg’ above), I think it’s time I took a regular amble** across the outfield once more.

      *Highest score, 125no in a slog of an innings in 1990.
      **I won the season’s ‘Just Cruising The Outfield’ award for taking a miraculous catch at deep square leg in 1989.