Australia’s great wicketkeeper was warm and generous to 95% of the people he met and ought to have captained his country
“Did I sing?” asked Rod Marsh nervously. It was the morning after a memorable evening during the 2013-14 Ashes series and the short answer was: “Yes.”
The news of Marsh’s death triggers a treasured memory of one of those supper parties that just took off magically for a few visiting Poms in Perth. It was attended by Western Australian royalty. Dennis Lillee, then the president at the Waca, organised it superbly. Rod Marsh and John Inverarity were there; so too Mike Brearley, and somehow so were my wife and I, which explains something straight away. It was not necessary to be a grade-A, high-octane achiever to be welcomed by Marsh and friends. Those Aussies just took everyone as they found them.
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