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Green and bland
By Will 2 years ago, mid-October Add your comment below
Freddie Auld has reviewed Alastair Cook’s autobiography, and I have to agree with his thoughts:
It would be far too easy to compare Alastair Cook’s new autobiography with his batting: determined and dependable, with the odd thrill. But sadly, it isn’t even that. For determined, read drab; for dependable, “dreary”; and as for the odd thrill, er, Cook had a game of darts with Freddie and Harmy on the eve of his Test debut. And that’s about as good as it gets.
Most Cooky fans, of whom I am one myself, will be disappointed with his first, shamefully premature effort. The blurb promises a “fascinating insight” into one of the most “exciting and brightest players to burst on to the cricketing scene in recent years”. So I was hoping for juicy anecdotes about the Essex dressing room, the latter years of Duncan Fletcher’s reign, the disastrous Ashes campaign, the jelly bean files, and Michael Vaughan’s retirement. But no.
It’s no slight against Cook that I/we didn’t particularly engage with his book. He is simply too young. Roger Moore, who is about 102, has only just released his. For all Cook’s promise – and that’s what it remains, frankly – he hasn’t lived enough to occupy an entire book yet. In 10 years, I expect and hope the sequel to do him and his career justice.
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October 13th, 2008 at 12.03 pm
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