| Game | Inns | NO | Runs | Avge | HS | 100s | 50s | Wkts | Avge | BB | 5wi | | 2008/9 | 14 | 15 | 2 | 371 | 28.5 | 86 | - | 4 | - | - | 0/11 | - | | Career | 359 | 400 | 69 | 10648 | 32.2 | 157 | 11 | 60 | 134 | 17.57 | 6/17 | 10 |
Nickname:
Genghis. Years at Reds:
29 Other clubs played at:
Mackie, Oakleigh, Prahran. Bat: 
RH boring Bowl:
LH trash Preferred fielding spot:
WK, short leg Your most memorable cricketing feats:
1. Taking a speccy in the deep off a pull shot by API's best bat in our first A grade flag (they were 7/62 chasing 65 and that's all they got). 2. Sharing in a 180-run stand at Altona that set the Oakleigh First XI record for the second wicket. Sadly it was my only decent knock in subbies. 3. Clean-bowling Graham Yallop with a quicker ball, back when I could bowl chinamen (shame it was only at training). 4. Turning up to a grand final for Oakleigh 3rds expecting to be 12th man, then top-scoring with 54 and 61 on a wet track as we got out of two batting collapses and won the flag. Most admired Reds cricketer:
Jim Todd for his leadership qualities on the field. Max Pollock, a terrific partner when batting. Ross Attrill (The Cheating Hippie) for proving me wrong 600 times after I said that he wasn't much of a bowler when he arrived at the club. Collectively, our A Grade side in 1991-92, probably the only cricket team in history to win a premiership and run a play group for their kids at the same time. Most admired non-Reds Mercantile cricketer: 
Jeff Scotland of Power House. Destructive bat and terrific sportsman in every sense. Kept his side going through years on the bottom of A Grade. Most admired international cricketer:
As a human being: Frank Worrell, dignity and grace personified. As an artist: Shane Warne before his first injuries riveting to watch; how could any human bowl so accurately yet turn a ball so much? Funniest Reds moment:
Our first-ever practice, a centre-wicket session in Royal Park in September 1979. Dave Nadel, the most unco human ever to pull on pads, cops a bean ball headed straight for his bottle-thick glasses. He takes no evasive action – has he seen the ball? We brace ourselves for tragedy, blood and possible death. With the ball barely three feet away, Dave swats the bat across his face in a last split-second instinct of self-defence. Somehow he nails the ball right in the sweet spot and it flies like a bullet past me at square leg for four. Clive Lloyd couldn't have hit it better. The entire side apart from Dave and the bowler collapse in hysterical laughter and relief at the miracle they have just witnessed. A close second: Tony Roberts turns his back to avoid a full-blooded pull shot and catches the ball in the back of his armpit. Best sledge heard/given/experienced:
"They're all ordinaries, they're all ordinaries!" Kent Middleton vs Stock Exchange, 1985 (and they were after that ...) Political views in five words or less:
Depressed Trotskyist Six people you would invite to dinner:
Abbie Hoffman and Wendy Bacon, the two most outrageous members of the Sixties protest movement, to swap war stories. Tom Wolfe, the wittiest observer of the sixties, to take the piss out of them. Mitch Ryder, the wildest singer of the sixties, to provide the music. Myf Warhurst to flirt with, though she's probably got 500,000 invitations from admiring Australian males to get through before mine. And Pierre Fermat, who would be totally out of place in that lot, but after wasting two years looking for it, I'd love to know if he had a proof to his Last Theorem. Six people you'd never invite to dinner:
Sam Newman. Kyle Sandilands. John Laws. Phillip Ruddock. Peter Reith. In fact, anyone who ever served in a Howard Cabinet. Anyone who ever played for North Melbourne PAFS Cricket Club in the 1980s. Anyone who ever played for Coles Myer CC in the 1990s. Is that six yet? People, I mean. Favourite Youtube video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hwuWPRG72ZY&feature=related | 
