In the summer of 1966, Patrick wasn’t in an English cricket ground – he was working somewhere much more dangerous…
Was it just The Cricketer you worked for in the early years?
■ I did some work for Simon Guttmann, an Austro-Hungarian who had come to the UK and started an agency. In 1965, when the Vietnam War was building up, he had a contact who had a contact with Ho Chi Minh himself and he sent a film man, a stills man and a journalist out to North Vietnam to interview Ho Chi Minh.
The following year he thought he’d like some stuff from South Vietnam, but he couldn’t send the same people because they had the wrong stamp in their passports, so he sent me out.
Did you spend all your time in Saigon?
■ No, one of the hairiest moments was when I went to photograph an Australian medical team working in the Mekong Delta. I remember one day when two blokes were brought in who’d had most of their legs blown off by a mine. They were probably Viet Cong (guerilla fighters), and we had to operate on them. There was only one anaesthetist, so there were two operations going on side by side. One of the Australians said, “Right you pom, you can stick your cameras down and start helping us!” That was all during the summer of 1966, which put me back a bit cricket-wise.