Most of the men I know follow cricket, at least casually and some quite ardently.
My Dad played for his work team for years, so it's a big thing for him. I remember going to watch him play, but I only really associate it with warm picnics and getting sunburn on the back of my neck (because I was reading and I didn't like wearing my hat).
I don't understand it at all. I have little to no interest. I'd go if I had tickets, but I'd take a book and some Pimms. And a hat.
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