In my first season I took 76 wickets at an average of less than 5 runs.

I must have made a good impression because a club official to us into his office and asked me if I would sign on for a year with a view to becoming a professional.

Cricket was my reason for living.

Down the mine I dreamed of cricket; I bowled imaginery balls in the dark; I sent the stumps spinning and heard them rattling in the tunnels. No mishap was going to stop me from bowling in the real game, especially this one.

We wanted to sweep once we took the first two. I get greedy. But it's a long season. We've played for a month, but I don't think we done anything yet. And one more victory wasn't going to change that.

Our season for upland game begins on the first of September and runs to the end of April.