Cricket is often seen as Football's unfashionable maiden aunt, but one look at our beloved wicket keeper shows that its appeal goes right to the heart of London's new cutting-edge media elite.

	When Woody Allen came to play for us in 1968, his pride was all too evident.

Skip's scurvy crew, and Headstone Lane's indomitable guardians, Paul and Christine.

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