Like most of you I was saddened to hear of the death of cricket writer Peter Roebuck this morning.
Roebuck was a very good batsman who almost made the England reckoning after ten times making a thousand runs in a twelve-year period. He skippered Somerset at a difficult time, when the club was falling apart post-Garner, Botham and Richards and conducted himself well.
Tales of eccentricities and personal problems were well documented, but no one could have expected the man to take his own life as he appears to have done, in doing so joining a long list of cricket suicides.
Whatever his skills as a player, they were dwarfed by his writing, which at times touched greatness.
He will be sadly missed.
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