The end of an innings

By Greg Baum
Updated December 29 2012 - 10:08pm, first published 9:41pm

IT WOULD be so much simpler to lampoon Tony Greig than to eulogise him. His chief renown in the second half of his life was as cricket commentator who often appeared to be playing up to a caricature of himself. Whether pontificating on the condition of the pitch, key at the ready, or declaring that the ball had sped ''like a tracer bullet'' to the boundary, or especially in casually orchestrated spats with Bill Lawry, he seemed always to be playing himself. His life was a cricket pantomime.

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