Love to Hate
Finally a game with no Australian or Indian connection.
Or is there ?
This game features Sir Ian Botham and Sir Richard Hadlee, two players we loved to hate, and Dickie Bird, an umpire we loved to love.
Why do we hate some players and teams more than others. Not just a phenomenon unique to sport, do our enemies define us more than our friends ? And do we need the other side to define our own existence ?
Today's game: 4th Test, Nottingham, Aug 25-29 1983, New Zealand tour of England
And a picture of the three protagonists
