One day you are going to be in Sydney.
And for whatever reason you are going to need a lawyer.
When you arrive you’ll notice some cricket memorabilia in the foyer; you’ll spend a couple of minutes looking at it and wish that you were a rich lawyer who could afford signed cricket stuff.
While waiting in reception there will be plenty of sporting magazines and more memorabilia.
Eventually you will meet your lawyer, a young whippersnapper eager to please.
As she is attending to your business the senior partner will walk in and shake your hand and thank you for your business.
He will look familiar to you, but you won’t be able to work out who he is.
You’ll even ask, “Do I know you from somewhere?”
He’ll just laugh it off and say he has a familiar face.
When he leaves you’ll still be racking your brain when the lawyer helping you asks if you are a cricket fan, you nod offcourse, and she says, “Mr Clark played for Australia.”
It is only then that you realised you shook the hand of a test bowler who finished with a bowling average of 23.86.
You leave the law firm knowing your business is in safe hands. The hands of a man who only got to play test cricket for less than four years but got every last wicket out of himself.
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If Stuart Clark ever does end up as a Lawyer with a firm of his own, I would use his services.
The man has my respect, and now that he will never ever play for Australia again, I salute him for his career.
Well played, Mr Clark.
There is quite a bit of me talking about Stuart Clark’s “nip” in my new book.





