At last count 6 members of my family have represented this club: my father Jack and I, his brothers Laurie and Paul and their sons Joe and Jake. Between us we have spent many happy years at YPCC.
Laurie and Paul have both left us and Dad’s not doing too well these days. I know Dad won’t see many more cricket seasons, so that’s got me thinking about the memories of him that I’ll keep with me when he’s gone.
Many of the best came from the front seat of his car on summer Saturdays, as we drove to whichever cricket ground he was playing at. I watched Melbourne unfold before me – learning my city, one oval at a time.
I also learned his stories, like when he hit a six that he claims travelled further than any shot in the history of the game. He was playing at the old Brighton Beach ground which has the railway line on one side. With perfect timing he clipped a ball off his toes over mid-wicket, just as a goods train rolled by. The ball landed safely inside a carriage and after much investigation with the railways department Dad was pretty sure it was last sighted somewhere west of Horsham.
It’s things like that which I’ll remember.
It’s institutions like YPCC that provide the scenes for stories and summers like those. You’re lucky if you get the chance to take the field together as father and son, to play as part of the same team, as sporting equals.
- Rob Clancy, 2013