What youll find inside
Introduction
Thought Id put this near the start
Chapter 1 - My Family and Other Animals
by Matthew oggard, aged 8
Chapter 2 - Gardens, Gags and Games
A few early cricketing lessons
Chapter 3 - Wild and Free
Beer and bowling in South Africa
Chapter 4 - England Calling
First days of national service, 2000-02
Chapter 5 - Meat and Three Veg
What goes into a fast bowlers belly
Chapter 6 - Touring and Toiling
A series of reality checks with England, 2002-03
Chapter 7 - Physical Jerks
The pains and strains of keeping fit
Chapter 8 - Getting Better All the Time
The winning streak and the awesome foursome, 2004-05
Chapter 9 - Mind Games
The stuff that goes on in my head when Im bowling
Chapter 10 - Time to Produce
The biggest series ever and other more important things, summer 2005
Chapter 11 - Drinking for England
We do like the occasional pint, you know
Chapter 12 - Swinging the Balance
Life goes on after the Ashes, 2005-06
Chapter 13 - A Word from the Wife
Sarahs view from the girls gallery
Chapter 14 - Nightwatchmans Tales
My life as Englands sacrificial lamb
Chapter 15 - Squashed by the Big Fat Lad
The Ashes comedown, 2006-07
Chapter 16 - Press-ganged
My fun and games with the British media
Chapter 17 - Its all Gone Haywire
Some very high highs and very low lows, 2007-08
By the HOGGY DOGGIES,
BILLY the Doberman and MOLLY the Border Collie
BILLY: So whats all this about, then?
MOLLY: Apparently, this is the bit of a book where important people or animals are asked to say nice things about the bloke on the front cover.
BILLY: About him? Why I should say nice things about him? All he ever does is shout at me.
MOLLY: Thats because you play too rough half the time, Billy, and you dont do as youre told.
BILLY: Whenever I try to play with you, you dont give me the time of day. You can be a cantankerous old bitch sometimes.
MOLLY: You forget that Im an old lady. If I was five years younger, Id still be able to run rings round you.
BILLY: Like to see you try. Anyway, I still dont see why I should be so nice about the bloke. What does he ever do for us?
MOLLY: He takes us for lots of long walks.
BILLY: Ill give him that.
MOLLY: Even when its raining. And he feeds us most of the time.
BILLY: Well, yes, youve got a point. Sometimes I want to bite him, but Im worried that the walks and the food might stop if I do. Shall we gang up on him and both bite him?
MOLLY: Hes in charge, Billy boy, whether we like it or not.
BILLY: But if hes so tough and reckons hes top dog, why does he always send me outside first if he hears a noise in the garden? I can never understand that.
MOLLY: Strange creatures, these humans, Billy. Im still trying to work them out.
BILLY: They must be strange if they want to read a book about him. Whats so interesting about him?
MOLLY: Apparently hes quite good at some weird game they play. They throw a red ball, someone hits it and they chase it around a field. It goes on for hours.
BILLY: Well, I chase a ball around a field with him all the time and Im much better at it than him. This book should be all about me.
MOLLY: Im inclined to agree with you, Billy. But like I said, hes in charge.
BILLY: He talks a load of rubbish as well. He makes up words of his own that nobody else ever uses, words like ridonculous.
MOLLY: Yes, Ive always wondered what that means. Any ideas?
BILLY: Havent got a clue. Do you think theyre all as odd as him?
MOLLY: I very much doubt it.
G o on, admit it, you turned to the photo pages first, didnt you?
Before I had the chance to say even a word in my defence, you plunged straight into the middle of the book to check out my dodgy haircuts from when I was younger. Dont worry, though; everybody does it, me included. Those embarrassing old photos are sometimes the best bit of the book, arent they? I tried to get the publishers to let me have a book full of pictures, but they insisted I put a few words in here as well. Sorry about that.
Anyway, at least you have now made it as far as my first page. I bet there are some buggers wholl pick up the book in a shop, have a quick look at the dodgy photos, then put the book back down again with no intention whatsoever of buying it. Im thinking of putting on a disguise one day and spending a few hours hanging out in a bookshop to see how many people do that.
When we first started talking about writing a book, it was suggested that I should try to give the reader a feel for what it would be like to sit next to me in the England dressing-room. Thats what these books are supposed to do, I was told; to give a flavour of what it is really like to play for your country.
But I didnt think that would really be fair, because most people dont find it a particularly pleasant experience to sit alongside me for the duration of a five-day Test match. Ive got very smelly kit, for starters. My cricket bag begins a Test match in a pretty disorganised state, with everything just thrown in. And by the end of the fifth day there will be stuff strewn everywhere and itll take me an age to find all my kit when its time to go home. Its not a pretty sight, so I think Ill spare you that experience.
Actually, one thing about sitting next to me in the dressing-room that may be worth sharing is my vast store of completely useless information. Sitting on the balcony during a Test match, watching our batsmen pile on the runs, the conversation may flag from time to time. And to while away a bit of time, I have been renowned in the England team for nudging whoever is sitting next to me and producing a random fact to start a discussion of some kind.
Such as: Did you know that peanuts are used in the manufacture of dynamite?
Really, Hoggy? How interesting.
And did you know that peanuts arent actually nuts?
Well, I never did.
Andrew Strauss has always been especially keen on my little factoids. He says that my ability to produce these pearls of wisdom is evidence of my HIDDEN INTELLIGENCE , however well concealed it might be. But I only know so much rubbish because Ive got some very good trivia books in the loo at home. How dare he call me intelligent?