THE last cricket match I watched live was Windies v PM’s XI. I don’t remember when, nor Clive Lloyd’s score. You could never call me a cricket tragic, but I enjoy watching the game. The highest score I ever made was nine, my boss once told me that if my captain ever handed me the ball, I should hand it back, but I once took a good catch in slips. And I’m an unreconstructed Windies fan, especially Clive Lloyd.

Stevan Riley’s entertaining documentary recounting the rise of the team from nothing to a 15-year, series-winning run is a compilation of archival newsreel, print and TV game material covering the last quarter of the 20th century and live recent interviews with some wonderful and articulate players.

You’d not call it great cinema art. It’s not even great documentary. But it’s full of fun and high nostalgia value. It explains how cricket interacts with West Indies culture, politics and society.

The musical score mixes calypso, rap and enthusiasm for the team. It deals politely and without compromise with cricket’s influence on playing nations, the players’ courage in the lean years when wins were scarce, their determination to turn their game around and their cheeky rejoinder to the team from the former colonial power.

Bottom line? The film gave me pleasure and taught me a lot about the game. Couldn’t ask for more.

At Dendy