Another small piece of my childhood gone. He was a lovely bloke, taught us at the indoor cricket school behind the Golden Lion in Withington at the end of the 60’s. Despite being right handed I’m heavily left eye dominant and he used to go mad at me for always bowling round the wicket. What a fantastic Lancs team that was: Wood, Lloyd, Pilling and Clive Lloyd as good as any set of batsmen in the country.
I'm not a cricket fan myself but mentioned Peter Lever's death to my dad, because he always watched it religiously even if I never got into it.
My dad with other kids did cricket school at saint marks school every couple weeks maybe the same as you, along with a Mr Avery there who was that good he also trained with Lancashire in his spare time.
He'd go to the same indoor place behind the golden lion, said it's also near where "that thieving bastard Richard Madeley lived" in his own words.
Anyway he says Peter Lever was always a massive help there whenever offering any advice to improve, my dad himself said he was pretty good at bowling but terrible at batting so not much point going for more.
Peter Lever told him not to doubt himself and to carry on with Cricket as there's always room for improvement, as it turned out he didn't even though he had chances to carry on.
He loved cricket probably more than football back then my dad and despite me not caring for cricket, when I asked who Peter was his eyes gleamed as he told me and rolled off all the Lancashire cricket greats from back then.
Someone my dad knew called Charlie Richards managed to get him a trial, for Little Lever Cricket Club after his early learning days and they wanted him.
He was stubborn fucker though my dad and on top of the journey back then, flat out refused to pay any fee that would see him get kitted out for the uniform/gear.
My dad believed the club should've been supplying any gear needed themselves, personally though I reckon he thought it'd be much better spent on beer and weed.