scottons

Updated: May 28, 2025

Of the Quaifes and the Scottons and the Barlows I have nothing but dreary memories. They do not mean cricket to me. And even Shrewsbury and Hayward left me cold. They were too faultily faultless, too icily regular for my taste. They played cricket not as though it was a game, but as though it was a proposition in Euclid. And I don't like Euclid.

A. G. (Alfred George) Gardiner - Pebbles on the shore [by] Alpha of the plough