On this day in 1977, the late Ben Hollioake was born.
I was only nine-years-old but I remember it well.
I remember watching the news, and seeing a mangled Porsche, following the tragic death of a player that was taken from the world far too young.
At only 24, his car crashed in Australia, killing him, and bringing the cricketing world to its knees. His life, and career – which would have been promising, as one of England’s most elegant batsmen was cut short tragically.
Alec Stewart remarked, that “Ben was the most naturally gifted cricketer that I have ever played alongside.”
But, he was a sublime player to watch bat.
Despite being only small when he was still playing, I have watched his swashbuckling 63 he scored on debut against Australia in 1997, over and over again.
His driving of McGrath down the ground is simply mouthwatering, and his natural talent was perfectly apparent.