Club Archivist Mark Ryan, contributes these words about Bill Wosket, who died at the end of November...
William Horace Wosket [9 August 1923 to 28 November 2018]
Bill's was a familiar face and voice at Leamington CC for more than 80 years of his 95 year life.
On the death of his father Bill donated to the Club a memorial bench, one of very few on the ground to bear a personal dedication. Father and son were inseparable weekend companions during the cricket seasons; each would reminisce on the quality of play and players both pre- and post-war at Arlington Avenue. Bill in particular would purr at the thought of Wally Hammond on the ground in 1948 and 1950, at the prodigious hitting of CG 'Tim' Toppin (a scorer of one hundred 100s) and Roy Davis, the majesty of RW Hosen's bowling and the unfathomable guile of JMA 'Jack' Marshall. He never really understood how and why his cricket week's entertainment by the Eton Ramblers, Free Foresters and the Buccaneers failed to last beyond the early 1960s. But the he remembered that during matches with the Royal Warwickshire Regiment, the band would play, the Regiment's mascot would be present and refreshments taken in the marquee.
Bill rarely missed an AGM, ever prepared to pass on his views, as he felt his longevity as a member entitled him to do so. Awarded his honorary Life Membership he bathed in the glow of delight. Few knew how overwhelmed he was when he made a 'guest' appearance in the First XI team photograph to celebrate his 90th birthday; ten years earlier he drove down to Moreton-in-the-Marsh for a photograph with the Third XI. And of driving, many members of a certain age will recall Bill's cars, the red Rover and grey Saab and his weaving, eccentric negotiation of entrance and exit through the ground's gates!
Only when the call of the Isle of Wight came (a place to which he was devoted and knew every inch) did Bill desert his beloved Leamington CC. Between the 1970s and late 1990s he was one of a hard core of critics; seated on benches by the dividing fence, the "selectors" offered their trenchant views on the quality of cricket on offer, but Bill was never as severe as The Cobbler or The Vicar or dear old Wally. Nevertheless they all had the Club at heart.
Bill Wosket was a fine man, a gentleman, kind and considerate, 'old school' perhaps but whose heart and mind had Leamington Cricket Club at their centre.