In which an old cricketer, sidelined by sciatica and embittered by the decline of the sport’s noble traditions, presides over village matches with a stern and satirical eye, clashing in particular with a young, modern-minded vicar. Through his vivid reminiscences and trenchant commentary, we glimpse the fading grandeur and poetic spirit of cricket as once played in sunlit fields, long before the advent of professional crowds and showy spectacle.