I'm reading Harry Pearson's Slipless In Settle just now.

To be honest, it's a bit disappointing in comparison to his fantastic Far Corner fitba books.

What he does make clear, though, is that the image of village cricket as a gentle serene afternoon pastime with sandwiches and tea is not the game that's played in the northern English towns. I've not come across a Mankad dismissal in his narrative yet, and I think that's because no batsman would dare leave the non-batting crease until the bowler's arm is at 11.00. Tough loons playing hard.

I attended a Saltaire home game in August 2001 when I was there on holiday. There Was No Fuucking Around.