The picture of Martin in a fez, glass of white in his left hand (as opposed to a red (cricket ball, of course), led me to write the following earlier today, a little tribute, to :- The Master Our friend, Martin, a gifted left-armer, was renowned for bonhomie and karma. With his baffling arm ball, he'd cause wickets to fall: hat tricks galore "just like that" and no drama.