eugene wrote:It is Richie Kaschula.
... The best Zimbabwe bowler was unnaturally stroppy and fat. Richie Kaschula his name was. He was pleasant on the field but he turned nasty in the bar after a couple of drinks, often head-butting people if they disagreed with him.
Being head-butted, even lightly, by someone weighing twenty-two stone is not funny. There's a lot of momentum to deal with. ... His waist was fifty inches. ... He made Mike Gatting look like a refugee. One day, when he was out on the field bowling, Gatting and Emburey each got into a leg of his shorts and waddled round the boundary like Siamese twins. There were some sore heads in the bar that night.
... Then, at a private barbecue after the second day's play, he tried to lob Emburey fully clothed into the swimming pool. Emburey clung tenaciously to a small rockery, saving himself but injuring his bowling hand ... On the jpurney back, Kaschula made amends, suggesting a detour to his family's private game park ... back at the family homestead, Kaschula pulled up his shirt to reveal how dangerous an ostrich could be. There was a deep, ugly scar across his enormous stomach. 'It looks as though he's had a Caesarean,' I wisphered to Embyrey.
'Yeah, and they weren't able to get the baby out', Emburey sniggered, rather too loudly.
'EMBUREY!' Kaschula bellowed. He frogmarched him to a leopard pen, locked him with thre young cubs and threatened to let the annoyed mother loose from her cage unless he agreed to bowl badly in the third match of the series. This was probably the first instance of attempeted match-fixing in Africa. ...