The beginning of each county season is a means of reacquaintance. There are acquainted mates and foes, customs and traditions, sights and smells.
Then there are the semi-familiar ones. I’m on talking phrases with a handful of Essex followers who are suffering from the identical unhealthy dependancy to red-ball cricket in inclement April situations.
However, simply as importantly, I’m on nodding phrases with many extra. I’ve by no means spoken to them however know their faces, and so they know mine.
It is because I’m a member of a membership, with mutual targets and ambitions, highs and lows, however above all shared experiences.
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