IT was nice to read such an interesting piece about Neville Cardus, the most famous cricket writer of all, in Harry Mead’s review of Robin Daniels’ book, Cardus: Celebrant of Beauty (Echo Books, July 7).
Cardus was good, but he didn’t have things all his own way.
In the Sixties, I read a report by John Arlott in which he described an innings by Leicestershire and England batsman Peter Richardson as that of a man in complete harmony with himself, life and his game.
Arlott, too, was a fine writer.
LD Wilson, Guisborough, East Celeveland.
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