This website is dedicated to the memory of Peter Roebuck, the finest cricket writer and commentator of his generation.
Memories of Peter Roebuck
There were many occasions when I watched from the boundary in the Parks in Oxford, when Peter was playing there. What I recall is how rude all the men were on those occasions when I wanted to send messages to him. I couldn’t speak to him if he was waiting to bat or had finished batting because I wasn’t allowed in the pavilion.
Peter Roebuck was a brilliant captain. Probably the best I played with. He was not conventional and would have been horrified to have been described as such. His idea of a warm up revolved around ‘off you go then and do what you have to’, while his ability to hover at breakfast and cast an eye over those entering and then to make an assumption of the length of time they had been out the previous night was legendary.