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New Cricket Trivia - 'SJS format'
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Lillian Thomson
Hall of Fame Member
Anything to do with Barry Richards or any other South African batsman?
Fiery
Banned
Pollock?
pasag
RTDAS
Yes, which innings?
Goughy
Hall of Fame Member
The 230 odd against the Aussies?
pasag
RTDAS
Yeah - http://content-aus.cricinfo.com/ci/engine/match/62634.html
It was written by Jack Fingelton who played in the match and also said "...on this worn pitch, against some of the greatest spinners ever, he humbled us well and truly."
Goughy
Hall of Fame Member
I was lucky when I came into the thread. There are not too many pre-war SA great innings.
Right, give me a sec to think
Lillian Thomson
Hall of Fame Member
Remember this isn't the quote thread so you can put any old rubbish in.
SJS
Hall of Fame Member
What about his 208 at Tent Bridge in June 1951.
- He was 40.
- Three weeks before the test match he broke the middle joint of his left thumb trying to stop a bullet like drive from Graveney in a county game. His hand should have been in a plaster for six weeks but he did not want to miss the chance of leading Springboks in the first test.
- He got a pin put through the unhealed, fractured. bone, and came into bat with a very painful broken thumb at the fall of the second wicket at 107 and proceded to play one of the greatest and bravest innings in the history of the game.
Lillian Thomson
Hall of Fame Member
Gubby Allen.
Goughy
Hall of Fame Member
Correct
SJS
Hall of Fame Member
Here is what Gerald Seymore wrote of that Nourse innings at Trent Bridge in the Cricketer 1993.
If life didn't throw up the big frustrations then life would be too boring. I curse now that I never saw the cricketer to whom I apportioned heroic status. Nine years ago, I learned a strange game on a prep school wick- et shaved off the soccer pitch, and wondering why so much atten- tion was paid to this baffling sport - until this stubby, bald- ing, middle-aged man from Natal, from a distance showed me.
It was nothing to do with style or elegance. It was to do with the guts, with the raw courage, of Dudley Nourse. The story would have come to our remote farmhouse at South Brewham in Somerset, via The Daily Telegraph and the crackling radio that carried the voice of John Arlott, my father's trusted friend and fellow poet. The finding of a hero began on a chill mid-May day at Bristol 42 seasons back.
Nourse, captain of the '51 Springboks, in his 40th year, bent to stop a hammered back-foot drive from Tom Graveney of Gloucestershire, and broke the middle joint in his left thumb. The surgeon offered him stark choices. Plaster, no pain, no cricket, for six weeks - or a pin through the fractured bone, pain in plenty, and a chance of leading his side in the first Test three weeks away.
He chose to play at Trent Bridge.
His innings was the stuff of legends. He won the toss and chose to bat. He came in 107 for 2, the last experienced batsman before the young rookies. When he smacked his first boundary, he walked towards square leg wringing his thumb, further damage done. Nourse kept going, and was 76 not out at close.
Overnight the thumb swelled and fractured bone was on the move. He hardly slept. If the doctors had been called then he would have forbidden to bat again in th morning. He kept silent. The second day belonged to Dudley Nourse. Statistics say that he batted in all for nine hours and 15 minutes, that he hit 25 boun- daries, that he was finally run out for 208, and they tell only a small part of a quite epic struggle against growing agony. Each time he crashed the bowling (Alec Bedser, Bailey, Brown, Tater- sall, Wardle) to the boundary, the batsman at the other end winced in understanding of the pain.
Denis Compton, the most generous of opponents, said, "For courage and determination, possibly that display by Dudley has never been surpassed on the cricket field. Few in the crowd realised just how much he suffered..."
Twice during the lunch interval on that second day, the team's masseur had to get smel- ling salts to save Nourse from fainting. And the news of this massive innings filtered down to South Brewham where a small boy, awkward and learning, chucked a tennis ball against a concrete wall and batted back the rebound late into the evening, and had been taught something of courage and leadership and not making a drama out of a crisis. It was an ex- ample worth taking on board, even if emulating it was next to im- possible.
His team, that included four debutants, responded to their captain's effort. They led by 64 on the first innings, collapsed to 121 in the second innings (Nourse absent hurt), and then spun England to defeat.
It was nothing to do with style or elegance. It was to do with the guts, with the raw courage, of Dudley Nourse. The story would have come to our remote farmhouse at South Brewham in Somerset, via The Daily Telegraph and the crackling radio that carried the voice of John Arlott, my father's trusted friend and fellow poet. The finding of a hero began on a chill mid-May day at Bristol 42 seasons back.
Nourse, captain of the '51 Springboks, in his 40th year, bent to stop a hammered back-foot drive from Tom Graveney of Gloucestershire, and broke the middle joint in his left thumb. The surgeon offered him stark choices. Plaster, no pain, no cricket, for six weeks - or a pin through the fractured bone, pain in plenty, and a chance of leading his side in the first Test three weeks away.
He chose to play at Trent Bridge.
His innings was the stuff of legends. He won the toss and chose to bat. He came in 107 for 2, the last experienced batsman before the young rookies. When he smacked his first boundary, he walked towards square leg wringing his thumb, further damage done. Nourse kept going, and was 76 not out at close.
Overnight the thumb swelled and fractured bone was on the move. He hardly slept. If the doctors had been called then he would have forbidden to bat again in th morning. He kept silent. The second day belonged to Dudley Nourse. Statistics say that he batted in all for nine hours and 15 minutes, that he hit 25 boun- daries, that he was finally run out for 208, and they tell only a small part of a quite epic struggle against growing agony. Each time he crashed the bowling (Alec Bedser, Bailey, Brown, Tater- sall, Wardle) to the boundary, the batsman at the other end winced in understanding of the pain.
Denis Compton, the most generous of opponents, said, "For courage and determination, possibly that display by Dudley has never been surpassed on the cricket field. Few in the crowd realised just how much he suffered..."
Twice during the lunch interval on that second day, the team's masseur had to get smel- ling salts to save Nourse from fainting. And the news of this massive innings filtered down to South Brewham where a small boy, awkward and learning, chucked a tennis ball against a concrete wall and batted back the rebound late into the evening, and had been taught something of courage and leadership and not making a drama out of a crisis. It was an ex- ample worth taking on board, even if emulating it was next to im- possible.
His team, that included four debutants, responded to their captain's effort. They led by 64 on the first innings, collapsed to 121 in the second innings (Nourse absent hurt), and then spun England to defeat.
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