The Oval maiden in Mumbai was where I received another humbling - we only went to watch, but once the youths who weren't allowed to play in the proper games spied an English bowler in their midst, there was no respite until they had flayed my mix of slow and slower balls to every corner of the maiden. That is what Indian batsmen do, I was told. Time for a cup of tea I thought as I sloped off with my tail between my legs.Further down is a plea for e-mail adresses which I forgot to add to my new address book before departing. If you want some kind of personal contact, please e-mail at paulnbarton@hotmail.co.uk
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