It’s probably not all that often that we give much thought to those on the receiving end of sport’s most gorgeous moments, too busy are we, understandably enough, swooning over genius.
But for the likes of, say, Mike Gatting and Peter Shilton, you’d wonder how wearisome it gets to be reminded of those times they stood in bewilderment, dazed and confused by the brilliance that had just made them victims in the clips that would be replayed forever. The most unwilling of supporting actors.
Shilton in Mexico City, standing hands-on-hips, looking at the two Terrys, Butcher and Fenwick, in a ‘what-the-hell-just-happened’ kind of way. Gatting in Manchester, staring at the wicket like it had just performed the most evil of sorcery. Which it had.
It was funn …
- March 7, 2022
