There is no sentence that can tell us more definitively
how different things were in 1967 than that which follows. For several hours on
Saturday 27 May and again on Bank Holiday Monday 29 May, the only thing on
television in much of the Britain was County Championship cricket. BBC 1 had
Middlesex versus Sussex from Lord’s. Most ITV regions showed the Roses Match
from Old Trafford, while BBC Wales covered Glamorgan against Hampshire. BBC 2
did not open up until the evening, so it was county cricket or nothing.
In the event, on Saturday it was nothing, as the early
summer deluge continued. No county cricket was played anywhere on Saturday.
Most matches got going on Bank Holiday Monday, but the rain returned everywhere
but Trent Bridge on Tuesday. Kent’s fixture at Edgbaston was washed away
completely.
In the absence of any cricket to write about, John
Woodcock devoted his Monday piece in The
Times to an interview with Frank Woolley, holder for ever more of Kent’s
first-class run scoring (47,868), appearance (764) and catching (773) records.
Not forgetting 1,680 wickets, bettered only by Freeman, Blythe, Underwood and
Wright. There were plenty of people around the Kent grounds in 1967 who had
seen Woolley play, and he was always their favourite, not for the weight of the
statistics, but because of the style in which he made his runs. Woolley was
left-handed, and those who were still going strong when David Gower appeared
said that he was the nearest they had seen. Woolley lived in Canada by this
time, but returned reasonably often. I remember him sitting in the President’s
tent one Canterbury Week in the late sixties, and there is a famous photo of Woolley,
Ames and Cowdrey together in 1973, Kent’s three makers of a hundred hundreds.
Egged on by Woodcock, Woolley criticised the growing
commercialisation of cricket, this at a time when advertising hoardings around
the boundary were still a decade away on the Kent grounds. What would he have
thought of logo-laden shirts and outfields?
There was more substance in his complaint about the slow
scoring of the modern game, of which there was much evidence this week, notably
at Grace Road where on the first day against Kent, Leicestershire squeezed 155
runs from the first 90 overs. Peter West’s report notes the arrival of drinks
as the highlight of the first session (West’s piece is a rarity in that it
records a dropped catch by Alan Knott).
This exercise in reliving 1967 is unapologetically
nostalgic, but that is not the same as saying that cricket was better then. A
torpor could quite easily possess proceedings then in a way rarely seen now. When
was the last time you heard a slow hand clap? It was common enough then. A day’s
County Championship these days is likely to be more reliably entertaining than
it was fifty years ago (though uncovered pitches would be fun).
Kent lost the game because Leicestershire outdid them in
the very qualities that had served them so well so far in 1967. Their pace
attack of John Cotton (19 overs off the reel) and Terry Spencer was more
dangerous than Graham and Sayer, and Jack Birkenshaw followed a hat-trick at
Worcester by being Underwood’s equal.
Leicestershire’s other advantage was Tony Lock’s
captaincy. Lock was lured back to English cricket from Perth by the offer of
the captaincy at Grace Road. By 1967, his third season, he had brought about
something of a renaissance (or perhaps simply naissance). Ray Illingworth
completed the job, with five trophies in five years in the seventies.
Meanwhile, Lock repeated the trick in the southern hemisphere, leading Western
Australia to their first Sheffield Shield in twenty years. In 1967 he was still
good enough for Peter West to describe him as the finest slow left-armer in the
country, and was to be called up to join the MCC party in the Caribbean in the
winter.
Earlier in the week, Leicestershire visited Worcester
where 22 wickets fell on the Bank Holiday Monday. Off spinner Birkenshaw took
his hat-trick as Worcestershire were dismissed for 91. Len Coldwell and Jack
Flavell then bowled 35 overs between them (though not unchanged this time),
taking nine wickets as Leicestershire gained a lead of 20, which Worcestershire
overcame by the end of the day, though with the loss of two further wickets
only for the rain to return on the third day.
I tweeted the result of the second XI match between Kent
and Worcestershire at St Lawrence. It is not the intention to make this a
regular feature unless something noteworthy occurred, but I was there for the
first afternoon and remember two things about it. First, I collected the
autographs of some Worcestershire players, including Joe Lister and Jim
Standen. Lister was Worcestershire secretary. That one man could run the club
and still find time to captain the second XI goes some way to refuting Woolley’s
view of a game being overtaken by commercial interests. Lister went on to be secretary
of Yorkshire during Boycott Civil War. Standen was the most distinguished of
the dwindling band of footballer-cricketers, having kept goal at Wembley in
winning West Ham teams in the FA Cup in 1964 and the European Cup Winners’ Cup
in 1965. Another, Ted Hemsley—at that time Shrewsbury Town’s left back—was also
in the Worcestershire team.
The other thing I recall was that I retrieved a ball that
had been hit for four and returned it to the fielder, John Dye, something that,
as a dweller of the upper decks of stands where possible, I have never done
since, though I did once dive out of the way at Maidstone from a six that a
braver man would have tried to catch. Glenn Turner made the highest score of
the match, and I probably saw him do it, the first time I watched one of New
Zealand’s finest.
The scorecard of that game reveals that batsman and
former vice-captain Bob Wilson was in the Kent side, dropped from the first
team for the first time in more than a decade. From then on he was a mere
stopgap, and retired at the end of the season. I recall at Dover in late August
somebody asking him if he was playing in the Gillette Cup Final a few days
later, a question that even a child could spot as insensitive given that everyone
knew that the answer was no.
Sgt
Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band was released that week, and
received an intelligent review in The
Times.
The Summer of Love was not a universal phenomenon. The
war in Vietnam raged on, the Middle East was about to explode and now Nigeria
found itself on the brink of a civil war. The coastal province of Biafra
seceded from the rest of the country this week, a decision that resulted in the
Blue Peter Christmas appeal of 1968 being devoted to easing its children's starvation.
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