"I anticipated great pleasure from so grand an exhibition. What a mistake! There they were, a set of ugly old men, white-haired and bald headed. instead of our fine village lads with their unbuttoned collars. which gave an air so picturesque to their glowing bounding youthfulness, their they stood railed in by themselves, silent, solemn, slow-playing for money, making a business of the thing,. a sort of dance without music instead of the glee, the fun, the shouts, the laughter, the glorious confusion of the country game, but everything is spoilt when money puts its stupid nose in.. so be it always when men make the noble game of cricket an affair of betting and hedgings and maybe cheatings."