I was early to bed last night….around 8.30 pm. I didn’t have a lot of sleep the last night in Malta and was up early to catch the morning flight. Was pretty tired and the moment my head hit the pillow last night, I didn’t remember anything until 7 am today. In all, I had 13 hours sleep, and that for me is a long time. Not even a rampaging herd of wildebeest would have woken me.
Certainly receiving some further bad news yesterday jolted me but after the sleep today, I’ve been flicking through the photos of a memorable eight days and in my dark moments, I’m going to call upon these memories to help me. The cordiality and the brilliance of the organisation of the cricket festival are memories that will always stay with me. The people I met, from my own team, other teams, fellow scorers and umpires, proves that cricket will always be the number one social game on the planet.
For someone who first started off putting numbers on a scoreboard for 50 pence a game in 1980, I never even thought that I would travel overseas to enjoy the game of cricket. And that will continue. I will continue to battle back home in England, to battle the demons and to overcome the obstacles that are still being put in my path. I will fight on, as I owe it to myself to continue to enjoy the good moments, like Portugal 2018 and Malta 2019. And to enjoy many more.