On nights like these, when I am stuck in the Times office in soulless Wapping, the arrival of the following day’s newspapers sends a wee buzz of excitement through me. Flicking, as one does, to the obituaries section, I was astonished to see on page 61 that a certain “G. O. Jones” had passed away on the eve of the Old Trafford Test. Was this finally Chris Read’s big chance?
No, instead of Geraint Owen, the England wicketkeeper, it is Gwyn Owain, a physicist, who is no longer with us. As one colleague just said: “I presume if it was Geraint who had died, it wouldn’t be because he had caught something.”