Eeeeeeee, lad.
When I were a lad, fast bowlers used ter all work on t'night shift down t'pit - and that were when t'cricket team wuz playin' at 'ome. When t'team were away, they 'ad to work passage ter t'venue by shovellin' coke up film stars' noses. They didner 'ave boots either - they used to be allus bare-footed down t'pit. It were a 'ot environment anall, but they didner sweat cos they couldn't afford it. Sweat was fer t'posh kids wi' their modern, new-fangled ideas o' t'world bein' round and Australians bein' freed from t'chains. Anyrowd, t'coal dust used ter build up on t'feet and set rock 'ard, so they didner need shoes. When it *** ter t'cricket matches, allus they used ter do was bang a few nails inter t'feet an' they wuz as good as yer poxy Gunn and Moore's namby pamby boots wi' t'ankle supports. Better, in fact. Every side 'ad at least one good batter, an' ee were allus t'blacksmith. Side's skipper were allus a toff an'all, an' we used ter touch t'peak of us cap when we talked to ee. An' if ee dropped t'catch in t'slips off us bowlin' - allus a dolly an'all, 'ittin' 'im in t'guts - we'd say "Well stopped, Mr Brearley" cos we knew our place.