Our own seats at the Home of Cricket? It always seemed too good to be true. If only it could have gone on forever
By Charlie Burgess for The Nightwatchman
Margaret, two seats away from us, married a man who didn’t like cricket. He hadn’t noticed that their daughter’s initials were LBW. Barbara and her pals in front of us, were in the rock business. When not doing PR for the likes of
Madonna or The Duckworth Lewis Method band, they were to be found discussing
Chelsea, world
Tennis, or lunching in the Warner Stand restaurant.
Terry and Marion to our left ran a heating/engineering company in Essex. We met and shared picnics with their daughter and future son-in-law, both cricket-mad in general and Essex-mad in particular, when they were courting. We saw them married, gave them a book of aerial pictures of the
Cricket grounds of
England for their wedding, and visited Teresa in hospital the day she gave birth to the FEC (future England captain).