Rob Bailey, Knowle West and Whitchurch

Age: 26

Nickname: Bob or Bubba, though I’m not sure why.

Previous clubs: I play for Knowle West on Saturdays and have now had a couple of seasons on Sundays with Whitchurch, both in the North Somerset League. I played my first game for Knowle West at the age of seven, fielding both ends at fine-leg.

Honours: Five successive promotions with Knowle West in the North Somerset from 1995-2000, and we won promotion to Division One in 2009.

Favourite ground: Keynsham. When I was growing up it was the best ground around and somewhere I wanted to play.

Best teas: Our own, obviously. My mum, Anita, used to do a great tea and Tanya, my girlfriend, does them now. She’s also said she won’t talk to me for a year unless I mention her!

Best and worst-dressed team-mates: Steven Lippett is the best: he always turns up smart and very presentable. His dad, Russell, is the worst as he arrives in his work clothes – steel toe-caps, ripped trousers and filthy jumper – even if he’s not working!

Who spends longest on their hair? My brother Ashley likes his gel. Every single strand has to be pointing the right way.

Best and worst cricket memories: The worst is the year my dad stood down as captain to look after my mum, who was not very well for a while. The best are breaking dad’s club record score of 149 not out with 159 not out against GWR Shunters – and my nine-year-old daughter Shannon making her debut, fielding on the boundary.

Cricket hero/villain: My hero is Darren Gough: as a young lad, I loved watching him and wondering what he was going to do next. Villain is Ed Collicott, of Bath Exiles, who used to dominate me with bat and ball, though I’m pleased to say the roles have been reversed in recent seasons.

Toughest opponent: Adam Burns, Backwell Flax Bourton’s wicketkeeper. He’s a big talker out in the middle and for years he would be in my head before the game started. Things are different now: I’m older and wiser!

Superstitions: When I’m getting ready, everything is left and then right... left sock on first, left trouser leg, left sleeve, left pad, left glove... I think it started at football, the youngster being dumped in a corner and not having any room to move in.

Describe yourself in a sentence: When it comes to sport, I’m a different person on the field and can be aggressive, but off it I like to think that I’m a nice guy.