Cricket used to mean beer, sunburn and bad headgear on the Eden Park terraces.
Concrete terraces were once home to hordes of test cricket fans at Eden Park, where a hat was a statement of a man's character. "My wife just saw the photo for the first time," says Ron Backhouse, pictured at the back in his towelling bucket hat. "She said, 'oh my goodness, look at that hat, it's horrible'."
Backhouse, a trusts and estates lawyer in Hamilton, had just begun practicing law, as had his varsity friend Tom Rose, in the foreground under the sombrero.
Rose, now 62, says the day the photograph appeared, he was appearing in the Pukekohe District Court before a magistrate. "Sometimes the magistrates could be nice as pie to you and other times they'd be barking at you. This Mr Gillies said sternly, 'Mr Rose, in 10 minutes I wish to see you in my chambers'. I thought, 'oh hell what have I done now?' When I got in there he had the paper open and it turned out he just wanted to talk about cricket."
Back then, sunscreen was almost unheard of, and hats were more about blocking the glare so you could see the pitch. These larrikins of test cricket used to spend the first three days of every international five-dayer in Auckland. "We went to Eden Park quite a lot. Tests always started on a Friday and we'd go every day until getting back to work on Monday. "You could take your own beer into the grounds then and that'll be what Tom has in his vessel."