One of my childhood heroes, who sadly died earlier this year.
There's only one head bigger than Tony Grieg's and that's Birkenhead.
I need nine wickets from this match, and you buggers had better start drawing straws to see who I don't get.
The definitive volume on the finest bloody fast bowler that ever drew breath [on his autobiography]
I'd have looked even faster in colour.
Women are for batsmen, beer is for bowlers. God help the all-rounders!
Use every weapon within the rules and stretch the rules to breaking point, I say.
I am here to propose a toast to sportswriters. It's up to you whether you stand up or not.
Unless something happens that we can't predict, I don't think a lot will happen.
To be a great fast bowler, you need a big heart and a big bottom.
If there is any game in the world that attracts the half-baked theorist more than cricket I have yet to hear of it.
We didn't have any metaphors in my day. We didn't beat about the bush
Fred Trueman bowling. The batsman edges and the ball goes to first slip, and right between Subba Row's legs. Fred doesn't say a word.
At the end of the over, Row ambles past Trueman and apologizes sheepishly. "I should've kept my legs together, Fred."
"So should your mother," he replied.
