Harry Pearson was born and brought up on the edge of Teesside and is the author of twelve works of non-fiction. His first book, The Far Corner - A Mazy Dribble through North-East Football, was shortlisted for the William Hill Prize and is still in print. He wrote a weekly sports column in the Guardian from 1996 to 2012, and has twice won the MCC/Cricket Society Prize for the Cricket Book of the Year. He lives in Northumberland.

'Hirst and Rhodes were aristocrats by acclamation, not birthright; known everywhere and worshipped in God’s Own County for what they could do with a cricket ball. In this wistful paean, Pearson...knits all these achievements together with lovely turns of phrase - "they batted on a wicket so amiable it practically chortled" - and colourful descriptions of fringe characters.'

Harry Pearson was born and brought up on the edge of Teesside and is the author of twelve works of non-fiction. His first book, The Far Corner - A Mazy Dribble through North-East Football, was shortlisted for the William Hill Prize and is still in print. He wrote a weekly sports column in the Guardian from 1996 to 2012, and has twice won the MCC/Cricket Society Prize for the Cricket Book of the Year. He lives in Northumberland.

'Hirst and Rhodes were aristocrats by acclamation, not birthright; known everywhere and worshipped in God’s Own County for what they could do with a cricket ball. In this wistful paean, Pearson...knits all these achievements together with lovely turns of phrase - "they batted on a wicket so amiable it practically chortled" - and colourful descriptions of fringe characters.'

Harry Pearson was born and brought up on the edge of Teesside and is the author of twelve works of non-fiction. His first book, The Far Corner - A Mazy Dribble through North-East Football, was shortlisted for the William Hill Prize and is still in print. He wrote a weekly sports column in the Guardian from 1996 to 2012, and has twice won the MCC/Cricket Society Prize for the Cricket Book of the Year. He lives in Northumberland.

'Hirst and Rhodes were aristocrats by acclamation, not birthright; known everywhere and worshipped in God’s Own County for what they could do with a cricket ball. In this wistful paean, Pearson...knits all these achievements together with lovely turns of phrase - "they batted on a wicket so amiable it practically chortled" - and colourful descriptions of fringe characters.'