OverratedSanity
Request Your Custom Title Now!
Heh knew it would happen.
Rhodes bowled 48 overs for 94 runs, five wickets. It was on this occasion that Trumper, the most brilliant of all batsmen, alive or dead, made his famous remark to Rhodes -- "for God's sake, Wilfred, give me a minute's rest."
But it was on that day, from the New Road end, that I bowled to Graveney and was primary witness to a single stroke that defined everything that has followed for me since. The delivery, such as it was, contained no particular merit. It was on a length, lively enough in pace from a whippy youngster and not badly directed at around middle-and-off. At least it deserved respect. What followed is as clear as day.
Tom eased himself forward and his bat came down straight. Then, without hitting around his front pad, which had remained inside the line of the ball, he turned his top hand (not the bottom hand shovel that so many use now) and caressed the ball away to the legside. There was no crack of leather on willow, no explosion from the blade. The ball was eased with precision to the left of the fellow at midwicket and to the right of mid-on. Both set off in pursuit as it tracked over the turf towards the pickets in front of the pavilion.
Tom Graveney's stroke of genius was a shot for the ages | Mike Selvey | Sport | The Guardian
And Graveney delivered in style. He fully believed that he had been the best batsman in England between 1962 and 1966, ‘not that what I thought really mattered.’ And now, at this advanced age he came out at No 3 and played a majestic innings of 96. The drives through the off and forcing shots towards the on were as crunchy and effortless as ever. Even when Hall or Griffith sent one rearing for his eyebrow, he plonked his left foot down the pitch hooked them with élan off the front-foot. In later years, only Viv Richards showed the same inclination to play the hook shot without rocking on to the back-foot.
Tom Graveney: The man who played his best cricket after he turned 39 - Latest Cricket News, Articles & Videos at CricketCountry.com
As a batsman Giffen possessed a wonderfully fine defence. He had a great variety of strokes with great freedom in his use of the bat, and was exceptionally strong in driving. He bowled right-hand, rather below medium-pace, with considerable spin and well-concealed change of flight and pace. He used to send down with much effect a slow ball, very high-tossed, which, seeming to be coming well up to the batsman, pitched short, and resulted in many a caught and bowled.
Just leaves the spinner's spot open now, and there's 3 still left that I quite like. Don't mind which one I get going into around 11.Parks was, of course, a fine keeper but it was his wonderful batting that attracted me. In a fragile post-Dexter batting order the accepted wisdom among the stripy deckchairs and wheeling seagulls at Hove was that as long as Parks was still at the crease hope sprung eternal. It is a motto I still believe in today.
A batsman of stinging drives and jaunty footwork, he seemed to play the game as it should be played, with total commitment yet without a hint of malice or pretension. Although a destructive one-day player, he always seemed to be enjoying himself whatever the occasion. I always imagined he was the sort of bloke who carried a bag of Fox's Glacier Mints in his pocket.
For the next five years Jim Parks was my hero. I collected his autograph so many times that he must have thought I was learning to forge his signature, and his autobiography, the unfortunately titled Runs in the Sun (my mum always said it sounded like something you'd pick up on holiday), was the most cherished of my burgeoning collection of second-hand cricket books, especially when I discovered a letter sent from the author to the previous owner of the tome nestling among its pages.
In 1970 I watched in mute supplication as he stood alone against the might of Lancashire in the Gillette Cup final (my first trip up to the home of cricket and one which provided my first pre-pubescent experience of heartbreak). At Eastbourne the same year I saw him strike a sublime and effortless 150 against Essex, bringing up his hundred by driving the ball straight into my sandwiches on the boundary edge at deep extra cover.
Sunny Jim | Cricket | ESPN Cricinfo
Of course - Barnes AND now Foster. Very nice.Got to love the double pick at this stage, a couple of all rounders:
Albert Trott
Frank Foster
I admit I only wanted Trott because I knew about him hitting it over the Lords pavilion but his bowling actually sounds very well suited as well.