Freddie Trueman was the first adult who ever swore at me, I was 8 or 9 at the time. I used to go to every day Yorkshire played at Bramall Lane during the 60s when they won the county championship nearly every year.
After the days play the kids used to gather in the car park on Cherry Street behind the pavilion to collect autographs. I recall Geoffrey Boycott signing as many autographs as we wanted in incredibly neat script, all the time engaging us in conversation about the days play. Jimmy Binks was dour but signed all our books, Brian Close was brusque, "four only!" He'd bark and that's what he did.
Truemans was the autograph we all wanted mind but he was rarely known to ever give one, he used to stride out of the dressing rooms, swinging his coffin like a battering ram, shouting "fuck off you little bastards" and was gone..........