I wouldn’t describe myself as particularly active on Twitter.  I post this blog there.  Exchange the occasional conversation with a friend.  Talk some rubbish about Oldham Athletic and occasionally dip my toe in to political debate before I realise I’m talking to myself.

I don’t particularly do celebrity.  Unless you call following the utterances of average League One footballers celebrity.  But I now have my second big name follower.

The first is Nils Lofgren.  Musician.  E Street band guitarist.  Wearer of unusual hats on stage.  Perhaps little known to those who don’t pay Bruce Sprungsteen much attention.

Today Michael Vaughan stepped forwards.  Ashes winning England cricket captain.  I saw him play live occasionally, my best memory being when he took a rare go at bowling and took four Sri Lankan wickets in a one day international at Old Trafford.

While Joe Root struggles to convert his half centuries into centuries as today’s England captain I used to find myself frustrated at Vaughan struggling to convert scores of 190+ into double centuries!  Oh what we’d give for a cricketer with his levels of concentration and tactical nouse today!

It’s a fleeting interaction on social media.  But just a small acknowledgement from somebody that I admire greatly that even included a message referring to me as a legend.  And somehow it means a lot to me.

Chris and Matt have met Vaughan before.  A few summers back he rocked up with a crew of England has beens at Royton Cricket Club to play out an entertaining evening against the local cricket club.  The photo above showing Chris enjoying the moment.

A few years earlier at a test match against the West Indies I’d handed nine year old Chris a large bank note to go and buy a hat to protect himself against a rare Old Trafford sun from the club shop.  It was his first cricket match.  He returned sporting an identical one to that worn in the field by Michael Vaughan that day.  A tough day of trying, unsuccessfully, to get Chanderpaul out,  Match drawn.  But Chris had seen Vaughan, Panesar and umpire Billy Bowden that day.   Even Pieterson had a bowl.

Then as the interaction triggered the associated memories, the phone rang.  St James’ Hospital in Leeds confirming my appointment.  Reality of the current day restored.

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