He is one of the few automatic choices for England, a master batsman of world class, yet he does not possess the same box-office appeal as a number of players of of considerably less ability. . .
He has an inbred cautious streak…. One can imagine him as a dependable yeoman rather than a knight in shining armour and his weapons are more likely to be the broad sword or the cudgel rather than the rapier. The ordinariness and lack of colour are reflected in his batsmenship, which, although I admire it enormously, fails to excite me in the same way as that of Compton, or Kanhai or Neil Harvey. This has nothing to do with the fact that he gathers his runs slowly. Throughout his career he has probably scored consistently faster than Hanif Mohammad, but I prefer to watch the little master from Pakistan.
Why does Ken’s batting affect me this way? I believe that the cause is tied up with his unusual and highly individualistic technique which evolved over the years. Although it is undoubtedly effective, it is aesthetically rather ugly; like the music hall mother-in-law who is not pretty to look at and usually stays a long time. Of course, I much prefer, from the playing angle, a player who makes runs irrespective of style, rather than a man who looks good, but seldom does; yet at the highest level I have always expected the odd touch of uninhibited genius to break through from time to time.
(With Barrington) this happens on fewer occasions than any other great cricketer I have encountered. . . He has made run-getting a business so that at times he reminds me of a computer, admirably efficient but lacking in soul.
There are two failings in Barrinton's batting which both stem directly from his desire to sell his wicket dearly.
- First, for a player of his stature he seldom assumes complete control of a situation or systematically destroys an attack.
- Secondly, he has a tendency, in his pursuit of more runs, to overlook the practical considerations of a particular interest.
A few years ago, Essex were playing Surrey, Surrey had a handsome lead on a reliable pitch(and) their only chance of victory lay in an early declaration and the hope to bowl us out while we were trying to chase a large total against the clock. I employed two spinners(Hobbs and Phelan), Surrey had lost only two wickets and Barrington was one of the not out batsmen. This was an obvious time to attack as wickets simply didn't matter (lunchtime on 3rd day) but Ken never fancied himself as a sacrificial lamb. Even so I was mystified when my spinners were allowed to operate with normal field placings without a shot being played in anger against them. Barry Knight who was taking life easy in the covers, asked what the devil was going on. It was an incomprehensible piece of cricket and meant that Mickey Stewart had to delay his (eventual) declaration which in turn cost Surrey the match. If his batsmen had only given his bowlers another half hour, as they should have done, they would have won comfortably.