robin,
Being somebody who only became aware that a game like cricket exists in his late twenties (and who became an instant convert) I really enjoy your stories a lot. It is really interesting to hear how cricket works and worked on grass root level in different countries.
I am now an umpire in the lower leagues in South Africa so I do get an idea what sacrifices are required to play the game in an increasing economically challenging environment in the 3rd World. You really have to love the game to put up with all this ... and these guys do...
Keep it coming!
Dear Tom,
I am amazed that anyone can grow up in SA and not become indoctrinated with the game ; given that nearly half of England's current Test team is South African!
The real sad thing in my mind, is how few British schools now still play cricket - when I was a lad growing up in Yorkshire, we were all obsessed with the game. My Dad told me that golf and tennis were for cissies, which is a shame, because I didn't take them up until middle age, and absolutely adored them both.
I remember as a young boy, the cricket season approaching, and from March onwards, my Dad used to oil his bat on a Sunday afternoon, and spend hours bouncing a cricket ball on it to get it into shape for the adventures ahead.
As kids, in summer holidays, I used to arrange private games against the villages around York, and we'd all cycle to the appointed ground, with the minimum of kit, because very few of us had any. I used to "borrow" my Dad's bat, pads and ball as my contribution (he would have thrashed me if he'd found out!), and one of the lads had 2 sets of stumps he "borrowed" from his Dad. We had some fantastic games - 1 of the lads had "nicked" a scorebook from Mitchell's sports shop, so every game was scored properly, and we had our own league table, which Clifton usually won - mainly because we had some very good young cricketers in our area.
Here's another story I think you'll like - and a true one.
Around the late 1970s, I moved to Manchester, and managed to get my 2 kids into private schools, with the assistance of a grant. My son Nick went to Manchester Grammar School ; sadly, he wasn't interested in cricket - he was football mad.
However, he was in the same year as 3 outstanding potential cricketers of the 1980s - Michael Atherton (115 Tests for England - a record 54 as captain), Gary Yates (Lancashire County cricket player and now one of their coaches), and Mark Crawley (a very good batsman for Lancs and Notts - actually, his younger brother John crawley later eclipsed him by playing 37 Tests for England!).
When Nick was in the 6th form, he begged me to go and see MGS opening bat Mike Atherton, who had broken all sorts of records for the school, "carrying" his bat on many occasions, and scoring hundreds of runs. The day I went to see him with Nick, he got a workmanlike 70+ runs, and I was impressed with the 16 year old, but told Nick that he would struggle when up against men : how's that for sound judgement?
Anyway - here's the juicy bit of the story ; the school had a garden party in July to raise funds, and part of the entertainment was a challenge to any of the fathers to pay £1 per over to bowl at selected members of the school 1st team - if anyone knocked the stumps over, the prize was £10.
At the time (I was about mid-30s), I'd joined Whalley Range cricket club as a fast bowler, and was making a comeback at cricket, after having given the game up when I was in Berlin at the age of about 26.
I paid for my over - Mike Atherton was the batsman - I took a huge run-up, and bowled him a bouncer at about 80 mph, which whistled around his ears ; though he didn't appear in the slightest perturbed. Next ball, I hurtled in and bowled him a yorker which demolished his stumps, but unfortunately I hadn't warmed up sufficiently, and I tore several muscles in my ribs which kept me out of cricket for the rest of the season, and which still trouble me now, 30 odd years later.
However, that's my claim to fame - I bowled Mike Atherton out, and pocketed ten quid!
None of the other fathers managed to win a tenner.
I wonder if Mike ever reads this site ; he might remember this momentous occasion in his illustrious career!
My comeback at cricket only lasted a couple of years - I'd lost my pace and previously natural ability to swing the ball, and, although I played for the 1st team at Whalley Range, there were a couple of young bowlers much better than me.
Lastly, here's a little story you might enjoy...
In the recent Test series against India, I remember Nasser Hussein arguing with Bumble - he'd been told that some Yankee meteorologist chap (from NASA I think) had declared that the prevailing weather conditions had absolutely nothing to do with whether the ball swung in the air, or not.
That is absolute crap!
I don't recount this to blow my own trumpet (though it may read as though I do!), but I was playing in a school 1st team match in about 1963, at Oliver's mount in Scarborough - that's a huge hill overlooking the seaside resort where they used to (and may still do) have motorcycle racing around the mount. There was a cricket pitch on top of the mount.
It was a bright June afternoon, with not a cloud in the sky.
We batted first, and I made a lifetime best 68 not out, going in at No 6 (I was never a very good batsman). We scored about 180 (can't remember how many overs we played - I would guess about 30).
Just before the opposition went in to bat, a sea fret (that's a kind of fog, with lots of moisture in the air) descended on the ground ; visibility wasn't too good, but I opened the bowling. I could always swing the ball - but only away from the right-handed batsman ; I never mastered the in-swinger, much to my chagrin.
Anyway, my 1st ball swung so much it was declared a wide - and thereafter I was unplayable : the ball was swinging MILES! I was aiming well outside leg stump for the ball to miss the bat on the offside.
I took 7 wickets for 3 runs - including 4 wickets in successive deliveries - something that had never been done at the school before, and possibly not since. By coincidence, I found the ball that was presented to me the other day, in one of the packed boxes in our garage. I was surprised that it's an undersized ball!
To accentuate the point, I played in another game when a sea fret came down - this was in a schools cup final played at Scarborough's cricket ground on North Marine Rd., just a stones throw from the sea. Again the ball was swinging wildly, but so much this time that none of the opposition could get a bat on it, and I only took 1 for 12. However, our other opening bowler, who was a straight line and length bowler, took 9 for 30 odd. Don Wilson (Yorkshire and England), who was watching the game, came up to congratulate me afterwards.
So, you see, it's absolute rubbish - at the start of the day, when there's a bit of cloud cover, the ball will swing moreso than later in the day.
As a matter of interest, I'm a big fan of Jimmy Anderson, who has the amazing ability to swing the ball both ways at pace - I used to have to slow down to get swing.
Anyway, I'd better bugger off now.
Kind regards,
Robin.