I think Brian Close was probably the first cricketer that I could recognise.
The bald head, strong jaw and sometimes intense look under those bushy eyebrows certainly registered with me as a child. My earliest recollection of cricket was in 1966, watching an extraordinary comeback from a Close-led England against the West Indies at The Oval, a game won against the odds.
Fast forward eleven months to July of 1967 and he was skippering Yorkshire against Derbyshire at Chesterfield, the first day of cricket that I saw in the flesh. It was the final day and Derbyshire spent the afternoon battling to save a draw, something I would see many times in the years since. Earlier Close had made 60 before being despatched by Harold Rhodes, but had to leave the field after receiving a fierce blow fielding at short leg.
'Split 'is shin open,' said Fred Trueman to my Dad, who was clearly surprised that a man, apparently hewn from the coal face that he worked, could be so wounded.
Stephen Chalke's latest book notes numerous episodes in a career which spanned four decades that might have made a lesser man consider alternative employment. But Brian Close kept coming back for more.
He was a very good player and an outstanding captain, even if prone to distraction. He was undeniably one of the great characters of the game and few have generated more stories, some of them apocryphal, but likely based on a modicum of truth.
His England career was one of stops and starts, begining in 1949, when he was too young and ending in 1976, when he was too old, at 45 and recalled to face the mighty West Indies pace attack. Yet he did as well as anyone, his battle against Michael Holding in fading light at Old Trafford the stuff of legend. He captained his country seven times, winning six matches and drawing one, besides leading Yorkshire to six trophies in eight seasons.
He was his own man, which cost him dearly with the amateurs who ran the game and distrusted a northern man with his own strong opinions. Thus he wasn't trusted to captain the side overseas and it was very much England's loss.
He was unconventional in his approach to batting, fielding, captaincy and life. Being his passenger in a car seems to have been fraught with danger, as he opened vacuum flasks and studied racing form on a newspaper spread across the steering wheel, little aware of the dangers on the road ahead. Several accidents on the road were indicative of his approach to life itself, which had more than its share of setbacks.
He was a heavy gambler, which cost the family dearly and an equally heavy smoker, which ultimately cost him his life. Very much his own person, in the words of his daughter, who said 'He wasn't a good Dad, but he was mine.'
Stephen Chalke's book is an honest appraisal of a Marmite man who, for all of his faults, comes out of this book well. There are plenty of funny stories and a few that will leave the reader wincing. It is a warts and all tale, drawn from conversations that the author had with many of his contemporaries and teammates.
It isn't a biography as such, the author instead presenting the life and career through the tales of those who knew the subject best. But it is all the more readable for that and Stephen Chalke maintains his status as one of the genuinely great cricket writers with this, his twenty-sixth book.
For all of the competition outstanding competition from the others, this may well be his best yet.
Add it to your Christmas list and you will not be disappointed.
Like me, you will get to the end and want to start all over again.
One Hell Of A Life: Brian Close - Daring, Defiant and Daft is written by Stephen Chalke and published by Fairfield Books
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