I remember Rod Tucker as a nuggety stubbornly annoying all rounder for Tasmania.
Everything about his cricket said no nonsense.
His bowling was spectacularly unspectacular, and his batting was more a series of grunts than cricket shots.
He was Tasmania’s second hand ute, reliable, rusty, and the engine always started even if it never purred.
As an umpire he was a bit average, and by average, we mean ordinary, and by ordinary we mean, not all that good at all.
That said, the man wore a hat well, few umpires ever look that good in a hat, but Tucker had the strong forehead needed to pull off a wide brimmed hat, and he was never overcome by it.
People who know him rarely said a bad word about him.
Cricket has lost a good man today. He was survived by his partner, Simon.
In other news, Sachin fails to make his hundredth hundred after making it into the 90s.