Fred Trueman, by Chris Waters

 

Christopher Hirst
Thursday 12 July 2012 12:19 EDT
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A perfect book for a rainy Test, this lively account of "a man with more theatrics than a repertory company" scores by exploring both the preface and aftermath of Fred Trueman's volcanic cricket.

Surprisingly given his tendency for grouchy nostalgia when he was allowed near a microphone, he was seen as "a symbolic figure" in the "cocky young Britain" of the post-war era. Despite his disastrous attempt at stand-up, Trueman had a good sense of humour. His reflection on his daughter's marriage to Raquel Welch's son: "It did not last as long as one of my run-ups".

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