tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327827266800393263.post2364087914387175475..comments2024-02-06T10:01:21.640-08:00Comments on Rhodesian Sport Profiles: Gay Alison ErskineRhodesia Rememberedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06644511584084003690noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327827266800393263.post-77655187921721121322012-09-09T01:04:09.967-07:002012-09-09T01:04:09.967-07:00Mike Daly (Air Rhod) Writes:-
I have taken the li...Mike Daly (Air Rhod) Writes:-<br /><br />I have taken the liberty of sending the newsletter on to Gay Erskine. Her husband, Nick, also a very accomplished squash player, was my biology teacher at Prince Edward. I am still in regular contact with them in Australia. <br /><br />They both STILL play Veterans league.Rhodesia Rememberedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06644511584084003690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327827266800393263.post-60152787865505835672012-09-09T01:01:39.110-07:002012-09-09T01:01:39.110-07:00Les Booth (RhAF 30 LAR) Writes:
Re the comments g...Les Booth (RhAF 30 LAR) Writes:<br /><br />Re the comments given by Murray (Hoffie) Hofmeyr on “The very good write-up on Gay (Warburton) Erskine” <br />http://rhodesiansportprofiles.blogspot.com/2012/08/gay-alison-erskine.html<br /><br />I too had the honour (embarrassment?) of playing a game of squash with Jack Warburton. This is my story.<br /><br />I used to play 3rd league squash and played for the New Sarum team while based there (’73 to ’75). One of our matches was against the Salisbury Sports Club and I, being the number one player, was drawn against non other than Jack Warburton. Of course, I had no idea of who he was or else I would have been better prepared (for my loss and embarrassment).<br /><br />Anyway, I was a super-fit young buck (21 years old?) and ran down the stairs and onto the court waiting for my opponent to start the warm-up session. In “shuffled” (this was part of the deception!!) what appeared to me, this “old” man with knee braces on both knees and an elbow brace on his playing arm. He also had pale old looking eyes (again my mistake – they were “hawk eyes”).<br /><br />So I started by hitting the ball across to Jack for the warm-up, but he just rolled the ball back to me and said, “you carry on young man, I’m too old to waste my energy on warming the ball up” (more of the deception!). So I hammered the ball up and down and practised some of my shots while Jack leaned against the wall observing me (more of his tactics).<br /><br />When satisfied that the ball was warm enough, I spun my racket to determine who served first, and guess what, Jack won the toss so he served.<br /><br />Well, 12 ½ minutes later at 9-1, 9-0, 9-0 to Jack, we walked off the court. There was absolutely no answer or tactic I could use against his deadly accurate shots. What an embarrassment and a true lesson in life - Never underestimate your opponent!!<br />Rhodesia Rememberedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06644511584084003690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327827266800393263.post-22906106065801692432012-09-01T08:11:07.113-07:002012-09-01T08:11:07.113-07:00Murray (Hoffie) Hofmeyr Write:-
The very good wri...Murray (Hoffie) Hofmeyr Write:-<br /><br />The very good write-up on Gay (Warburton) Erskine brought back memories of the first and thankfully, last time I played her. One evening I was summoned (probably by Peter K) from my room at Sarum single quarters to help out as the squash team was short a member. I was introduced to my opponent, an attractive young lady, but being more of a rugby and tennis enthusiast the name did not ring any warning bells ! To sum the match up, Gay did not take her tracksuit top off and I broke at least one racket. While still in the squash court equivalent of Intensive Care I was told that she was off down South to play for the Springboks the following week ! <br /> <br />When it so happened at a later date, that I had to play her father Jack, I did at least know who he was but he did look a bit old compared to my picture of myself as a very fit young aviator. With a great deal of running I won the first game while Jack seemed to just stand somewhere near the T. It wasn't until he had very convincingly won the next 3 games that I realised that he had spent the first game sizing me up before administering the coup de grace. I won't even go into Deidre's ability to lob the ball so that it ran down the back wall and fell lifeless into the nick.<br /> <br />A truly remarkable sporting family.Rhodesia Rememberedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06644511584084003690noreply@blogger.com