What are your favourite cricket books?

Being the obliging type, not to mention a sucker for “best book” lists and suchlike, I’ve succumbed to Harry R’s request. Therefore, let’s draw up a list of the best cricket books out there; they need not be the classics, although they’re very welcome to park their dusty jackets here. Anything which you enjoyed, really.

One of my favourites was Rain Men, by Marcus Berkmann. I still haven’t read the follow up, Zimmer Men though.

Your top books

Rain Men
Beyond a Boundary
The Art of Cricket
David Frith’s books
Gideon Haigh on Kerry Packer: The Cricket War
Fred: Portrait of a Fast Bowler, by John Arlott
Basil D’Oliveira: Cricket and Controversy, by Peter Oborne
Wisden Cricketers’ Almanack 2006
Ashes Regained: The Coach\’s Story, by Duncan Fletcher
You’re Out and You’re Ugly Too!: Confessions of an Umpire with Attitude
A Lot of Hard Yakka: Cricketing Life on the County Circuit, by Simon Hughes
Morning Everyone: A Sportswriter’s Life, by Simon Hughes
Balham to Bollywood, by Chris England
W.G.Grace: A Life, by Simon Rae
It’s Not Cricket: Skullduggery, Sharp Practice and Downright Cheating in the Noble Game, by Simon Rae
Bodyline Autopsy, by David Frith
Game for Anything: Writings on Cricket, by Gideon Haigh
Gideon Haigh’s books
Opening Up: My Autobiography, by Michael Atherton
A Social History of English Cricket, by Derek Birley
Barclays World of Cricket, by EW Swanton

Zimmer Men: Marcus Berkmann

Marcus Berkmann – 9 years ago – wrote what I found to be the funniest cricket book I’d ever read, “Rain Men.” Just been told by my mate that he’s got another one out, entitled Zimmer Men!

Synopsis
Ten years after his classic Rain Men – ‘cricket’s answer to Fever Pitch,’ said the Daily Telegraph – Marcus Berkmann returns to the strange and wondrous world of village cricket, where players sledge their teammates, umpires struggle to count up to six, the bails aren’t on straight and the team that field after a hefty tea invariably loses. This time he’s on the trail of the Ageing Cricketer, having suddenly realised that he is one himself and playing in a team with ten others every weekend. In their minds they run around the field as fast as ever; it’s only their legs that let them down. Zimmer Men asks all the important questions of middle-aged cricketers. Why is that boundary rope suddenly so far away? Are you doomed to getting worse as a cricketer, or could you get better? How many pairs of trousers will your girth destroy in one summer? Chronicling the 2004 season, with its many humiliating defeats and random injuries, this coruscating funny new book laughs in the face of middle age, and starts seriously thinking about buying a motorbike.

Sounds good…