In the summer of 1991, I played cricket for Gateshead Fell against Sheffield Collegiate in the quarter final of the national club knockout championship... But this blog isn’t about cricket (for the record we lost...), more the secrets that the future can hold... and just how shockingly different life outcomes can be...
In the Gateshead Fell side that afternoon was Phil Jones, a medium pace bowler and as true a gentleman as you could ever wish to meet. Six years later Phil, a husband and father to two young girls, was killed in a road accident when, had it not been raining, he would have been many miles away out on the cricket field.
The word “tragic” is often overused... not this time...
In stark contrast, the promising teenage batsmen in the Collegiate line-up was one Michael Vaughan... whose sporting career would eventually lead to England captaincy and an historic Ashes win in 2005.
However the reason for mentioning this game in particular comes with this morning’s news that another of my team mates all those years ago (whose name I am deliberately omitting) was yesterday sentenced to six years in prison after being convicted of disgusting crimes whose nature is in the public domain but again, I am not going to mention in any detail.
Such dramatically different paths...
My heart goes out to the wife and children of someone who has placed a totally selfish and immense burden of shame on a family left to somehow rebuild their shattered lives...
How you even begin, I honestly just can’t imagine...
All my own work... almost.