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Cricket, however, has more in it than mere efficiency. There is something called the spirit of cricket, which cannot be defined.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Alfred Lord Tennyson
Age: 83 †
Born: 1809
Born: August 6
Died: 1892
Died: October 6
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