This website is dedicated to the memory of Peter Roebuck, the finest cricket writer and commentator of his generation.
A Selection of Articles Written by Peter Roebuck
Peter Roebuck wrote regularly for several newspapers and cricketing publications, including ESPN Cricinfo, The Sydney Morning Herald, The Age, The Hindu and The Cricketer. You can read many of his articles on this website.
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Memories of Peter Roebuck
Here are three of the many memories of Peter Roebuck given by his family, friends and colleagues. Read more memories from his time as a child, at school and university, through to his cricketing and commentating career using the main navigation.
Peter Roebuck was much more than a sports commentator. Vivian Richards said Peter Roebuck’s personality was like “a country house with fierce dogs outside” – beautiful, unique, but well guarded. As young men, the great West Indian and the bespectacled Cambridge graduate roomed together while playing for Somerset. They talked politics, race and cricket. In such friendships the themes of Roebuck’s life were forged: the love of reasoned argument, a fervent anti-racism, progressive political principles, and the yearning to find in cricket the expression for these themes.
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. Talking to him while he was fielding had to be very brief. Various bemused people used to say they’d try to get a message to him. But no message ever got transmitted properly. As a result of this various arrangements to meet up later fell apart.
It’s Brian Rose’s fault that I open the innings. He is to blame. We were in Sheffield, sipping Zambuca with flaming coffee beans in it, around which we clustered as Eskimos around a log fire. Rose mentioned my equable temperament, secure technique and manifest heroism. It occurred to me that he was a pretty nice fellow, whereupon he added that I was the sort of chap he needed to open the innings. He rather slipped it through my defences, observing that he’d been opening for years and, as might a soldier at the front, he yearned for a quieter life.