The passing of the long, cold nights of winter has long marked the commencement of the siren song that summer sings for the cricketers of Mansfield Shire.
It starts as a whisper as the golden bloom returns to the branch of wattles across the region and cricketers return to the nets and reaches a crescendo as the games begin.
One lifelong cricketer, however, won’t be listening.
No matter how loudly ...
