A complex man with a brilliant mind
The tributes continue to pour in for Peter Roebuck, often touching on how hard it was to get to know the man behind the writer
To me, Roebuck was a passenger or driver on countless tortuous trips around the country looking hopefully and often haplessly for the team hotel; in the car he was impatient and garrulous. As a roommate, he was opinionated, usually very confident in the merit of those opinions and never dull, yet capable of self mockery and as prone to self-doubt as any other cricketer.
Suicide is something Roebuck, 55 when he died, predicted would never take him, though those who had known him since his youth were less certain.
In his foreword for the reprint of David Frith’s book on cricket suicides, Silence of the Heart, he wrote: “Some people have predicted a gloomy end for this writer. One former colleague said so to my face in September 1986. It will not be so. The art is to find other things that matter just as much as cricket, which stretch you just as far.
Tariq Engineer is a former senior sub-editor at ESPNcricinfo