John Price was a solidly-built right-arm fast bowler with a distinctive angled approach to the wicket and an exceptionally long run-up. On his day he was dangerous, with pace generated by his powerful upper body, and the ability to swing the ball away from the right-hander, but he was too prone to injury to make him an England regular. His fielding in the deep was superb, his batting at No. 11 less so. He played 242 matches for Middlesex taking 734 wickets.
Martin Williamson

Revving up between deepish extra-cover and longish-off, he curved round the bend, gathered pace in the straight, then changed gear again before breasting the line in a flurry of wrists, forearms and elbows. In the 1960s the only difference between watching a grand prix and John Sidney Ernest Price (from Harrow - the town not the boater show - and the second most unlikely owner of three initials behind PCR Tufnell) was the absence of Murray Walker. As rapid as any spearchucker England turned to while Trueman and Statham were fading, Price was set apart by that inimitable action: impossibly elaborate yet Bentley smooth. Nureyev would have killed for such elegant precision. Injury, small wonder, was seldom a stranger. A few summers back I finally met him, dimpled chin tilted proudly, back still beefeater straight. "So," I blurted, "why did you bowl like that?" Back, with a vague hint of a smirk, came an unanswerable yorker: "I wanted to be different."
Rob Steen