In this week’s edition of In Search of West Indies cricket Roger Seymour reminisces on the final day of a Test Match in Barbados. This is his response to Gregory, a high school friend, who asked if he had any regrets about missing cricket matches he had the opportunity to attend.
By Roger Seymour
On Thursday, 27th March, 1997, first day of the Third Test match between India and the West Indies. I arrived at Grantley Adams International Airport in Barbados with a group of friends. It was approaching midday, the match was ticking away, and no one else seemed to be bothered except me, the only cricket fan in the group.
Our hosts, Guyanese friends and longtime residents of Barbados, met us and drove us to their home. The weather was absolutely perfect; lots of sunshine, blue skies and light breeze. The traffic was slow moving, it seemed to take forever to get there. Once we settled in, I set off on my own for Kensington, about 12-15 minutes brisk walking, entrance ticket, kindly procured in advance by my host, in hand.
