Life measured out in cricket bats

Cricketers can spend a whole lifetime searching for ‘the one’. It does exist. You just have to know where to look
By James Wallace for The NightwatchmanA Sunday morning in May 1993. I’m five years old and sans plans. My parents have dragged me to a car-boot sale in Bakewell, Derbyshire. Wandering among the bric-a-brac, memorabilia and mid-1990s estate cars with a weapons-grade sulk, I am stopped in my tracks. There it is. Propped up in the boot of a clapped-out, teal-coloured A