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Lord's - My Cricket Home by David DunbarDavid
Dunbars book is a pilgrimage through his childhood inside the Lords and St Johns Wood ofthe1950s and 1960stothe present day. His reminiscences and previously untold anecdotes record a unique story of behind-the-scenes life and happenings atthe worlds best known cricket ground. These memories are greatly enhanced by colour photographs taken by his father, Jim Dunbar, who was rarely seen without his camera.
The Dunbar family came to live next to Lords in1951, when David was aged seven, and his father, landed a job as Assistant Secretary of Marylebone Cricket Club. A small green wooden gate in their back garden opened into the ground behind the A Stand, now the Warner Stand, giving them free access to Lords at all times.
Living in the shadow of Lords, cricket featured prominently in their lives with famous cricketers and the MCC hierarchy frequently visiting on business and socially. David encountered cricket luminaries, ancient and less ancient on committees, players, administrators, workmen, groundsmen and assorted characters who worked there. They were an extensive family and loyal servants for whom Lords always came first.
The Ashes and a Watneys half pint, the homeless tortoise, the real Lords cat, the perfect net wicket, Sir Pelham Warners last innings, Peter May fishing, a set of Wisden Almanacks, big crowd noises, forty French school girls and three nuns, the haunted house, PG Tips chimps, inside the scoreboard, genuine autographs, Brylcream hero, theQueens throne, the slope after play, Warsops bats, and many more unexpected souvenirs of Lords life are all here.
Nearly seventy years on, Lords is very slick and big business. The cricket and all that happens there has developed dramatically over the decades but only superficially - the charm and allure are still there. The excitement of the big match and noise of a full house, to the peace of an empty ground on a late summers evening or in the gloom of a winters day remain a constant.