The Narrow Grain: A Cricketing Experience Of An Academician

I only managed to survive Cambridge, to be honest, because I played cricket. True, it was not the only sport I played there, nor was it even the first: I had arrived in the autumn of the year, and that could only mean one thing: we started with football. It was bitterly cold, and at the end of the first half of the first game I played, I couldn’t feel my hands. Fortunately, I had a pair of gloves in my coat, which I had left in the changing room, and thereafter, I played with gloves on.