Asitha Fernando’s Star-turn as Pace Bowler at Dhaka – By Dr Michael Roberts Source:thuppahis.com Rex Clementine, in The Island, 5 June 2022, where the title runs “From Beach Boy to recordbreaker” …. while emphasis via highlighting here is an intervention from The Editor, Thuppahi Arjuna Ranatunga’s mantra for turning the fortunes of a cricket team was backing outstation talents. Colombo ceased to own the exclusive rights for cricket and as a result, the game thrived. Three decades on the outstations are still producing match winners. There are still unearthed and untapped talents in far-off areas. One such created history last week by bowling Sri Lanka to a series win in Dhaka. From a beach boy of far off Katuneriya, Asitha Fernando went on to become the first Sri Lankan right-arm quick to claim a match bag of ten wickets. A fishing village on the northwest coast, Katuneriya is situated between the towns of Chilaw and Negobmo. ...

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GOING INTO BAT FOR NEIL HARVEY A 19-year-old Neil Harvey walks from the pitch in 1948 accompanied by a young enthusiast Source:Digitaleditions Top: Neil Harvey in 2018. Above: Harvey in action in 1954. PHOTO: PHOTO: STEVEN SIEWERT Forgotten hero Former Test cricketer Ashley Mallett wants Australia’s best batsman after Don Bradman to be returned to the pantheon, writes Martin Newman. It was in 1948 on his last Ashes tour of England that Donald Bradman, at the tail of an extraordinary career, led a team of cricketers that today are regarded as one of the greatest cricket sides of all time. Over 144 days, the Australians, including titans of the day such as Keith Miller, Ray Lindwall, Sid Barnes and Arthur Morris, went undefeated in all of their 34 matches – earning the sobriquet The Invincibles. Among them was 19-year-old Ashes debutant Neil Harvey. The heir apparent to Bradman, a few months ...

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DON BRADMAN AND HIS MEN IN CEYLON – by Neville Jayaweera An essay from the book “Essaying Cricket Sri Lanka and Beyond” authored by Michael Roberts Source:Adelaideaz The image of Don Bradman exercised almost a mesmeric hold over the imagination of my generation, i.e. of those born in the 1930s, in (then) Ceylon. The dominion he exercised was so absolute that even now, sixty something years on, most of that generation would claim that there never was and never will be anyone like the Don taking guard at a batting crease. Speaking for myself, having watched cricket in England during the past thirty summers that I have been living here, I can vouch that no batsman I have seen ever came nigh Bradman. Neither in run getting nor in amassing statistics, neither in the capacity to concentrate nor in the fleetness of foot, neither in the murderous power of driving ...

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