Always sad when a sports colleague goes

Trevor Chesterfield was a colleague when I made my sports writing debut for the long-defunct Die Oggendblad. A New Zealander by birth, he then wrote for the Pretoria News and had little regard for anyone who did not worship Northern Transvaal cricket.

He would have been a fine cricketer himself, but for a terrible limp caused by I forget what. He channeled his love for the game into writing, and spent the last decade or so of his life in Sri Lanka.

One by one the great writers of the game exit. He was struggling financially when he died at the age of 75. Here he is greeting Shoaib Akhtar.