John Dyer

As a little boy, we lived in Leeds, apparently the first time I managed to sit still for a whole day was at my first ever cricket match. I had persuaded my Dad to take me to a “Roses” game at Headingley.We sat together on the Western Terrace and my Father and I watched Clive Lloyd bat all day, whilst I asked incessant questions about the laws of the game. Informed by him, “weathered” by the Yorkshire sun, I have loved and followed the game ever since.

I am also a non-executive director at a book publishing company, with an expertise in digital sales, rights management and communications.

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