I have only been the Secretary of the umpires group for a few weeks and one of my first duties was to inform our colleagues about Neville. I can’t remember writing anything quite so sad. I only managed to stand once with Neville – in unusual circumstances. I drove over to Audlem from Wistaston for a match to find two umpires already there. I rang Don Joy, our fixture secretary, who told me I had missed an email changing my game. I was due at Pott Shrigley in less than 30 minutes. Audlem to Pott Shrigley just wasn’t going to happen. Don did tell me that Neville was standing alone at Cholmondeley. I raced across there arriving 15 minutes after the start. The ony thing on Neville’s mind, who wasn’t expecting me, was my welfare and the correct apportionment of the days expenses so that I was not inconvenienced. That struck me at the time as a really considerate thing to do. I now know that it was typical of the man he was. We went on to have a jolly good afternoon including our first beer together in the bar afterwards. The family can be proud.