The father of one of my friends was a director of the Dunlop sports factory, which made Don Bradman’s cricket bats. On one great occasion they brought him to The Downs to watch a cricket match in which I was playing. It was a memorable day but, to my sadness, Bradman had to leave early. Anyway, I scored a half century and, and unbeknown to me, there was a reward for the highest scorer – a cricket bat signed by the great man himself, and I was the recipient. I was, of course, ecstatic and very flattered by all the applause and attention. I felt I had made the big time and dreamt of playing for England one day… sadly, it was never to be.