On a June day in 1969 a very large man stood outside Northampton general hospital to pose for photographers. He was wearing jacket and tie, dark glasses and an eyepatch, and a broad grin. He also had a nurse on each arm; they too were laughing delightedly.
The man’s name was Colin Milburn and he was the most exciting cricketer in England. At least he had been less than a fortnight earlier. Then it happened: a late-night car crash; blood everywhere; the loss of his left eye; his career seemingly over.
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I wanted to capture his personality rather than it being a tribute act. That wouldn’t have done justice to the script
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