Bob Simpson has had a longer career as player and coach than anyone else in Australian cricket. He holds strong and well researched views on numerous cricket issues and controversies, and has written some wonderfully intimate pen portraits of great players.
Simmo: A Biography of Ray Simpson, VC, DCM: One of Australia's Finest Soldiers
the coppers were asking about it but I told them I didn't see anything” said Simmo. “Thank fuck for that” said Billy. “Thank fuck for what?” asked Simmo. “Thank fuck it weren't your car is what I meant” replied Billy, relieved that it ...
Simmo remembered the gesture and always gave them preferential treatment throughout their time on the course. He was fat, he was a drunk and he was a womaniser, his most recent marriage ending after he was caught having sex with another ...
Fish, Jonny, Nelson and Karate would come with me. Nelson and I stood up in front of the two groups. Andre had a few more men than Orlando but the balance was OK. I started by telling them what they already knew about Frelimo gathering ...
'Um, lost it somewhere,' said Simmo, turning red under his freckles. Mark looked at all the sharp rusty edges, ... Simmo's arms and legs were still lean like a colt's. ... 'Here,' he said, chucking his own left glove to Simmo.
He signalled towards a new bowler, a factory lad called Simmonds, whom everyone called Simmo. Simmo marked out a run of at least 30 yards. D.F. settled into his stance, unconvincingly. 'One for the comrades, Simmo.
Cain from the Gardens Department picked up the news of Sandro's intending trip and offered to go along; he had to check on plantings in Koala Creek anyway, he said. Sandro had joined the council a few months before, having graduated in ...
There was a multiplex cinema, a bingo hall, a McDonald's and a KFC. We sat eating. Mitch tapped my ankle with his trainer. 'You sure your mum said you could treat me?' 'I told you, didn't I?' 'Fine,' Mitch said, ripping off a chunk of ...
My heart pounded madly and I was recovering from the shock when, about 30 seconds later, another shot rang out. I heaved myself from my bed and peered from the tent into the morning gloom. Simmo was standing outside his tent wearing ...
While the rest of us queued up, Simmo would sit himself down while they brought his over. Every time, he ate the lot. I was meant to be travelling home to Accrington with him once, and was already running late, when a mate of his piped ...