Continuing
the new series looking at The Cricketer from 50 years ago.
The cover of The Cricketer was usually graced by a photo
from Patrick Eager, cricket’s greatest photographer. In what was still a
largely monochrome era, the action shot on the cover of this edition was
something of a novelty. It is described simply as “Richard Hutton bowls watched
by Alan Knott”. It was almost certainly taken at Scarborough the previous
September, when Yorkshire played Kent in the Fenner Trophy, a four-county
knockout played over three days as part of the Festival. The uncredited batter
is Derek Underwood.
EW Swanton returned to the editorial page. For those
unfamiliar with the Great Pontificator’s style, the opening couple of sentences
offer a primer.
Ian Chappell, we notice,
remarks from Adelaide that he considers that in the advance notices his team
has been underrated. In the Australian vernacular ‘Good on him’ for that.
Swanton was not afraid of the regal plural.
One aspect of the selection
disturbs us; the over-weighting of the attack in favour of fastish bowling at
the expense of spin.
Despite sympathising with Chappell, he does not dissent
from the general view that this is an underwhelming Australian selection.
The green caps have the same
magic about them, even if for the moment they do not inspire quite the old
dread.
The visitors proved to have plenty of quality. After the
moribund 1964 series and the damp, dull contest of 1968, the ‘72 Ashes were
outstanding, a two-all draw full of memorable, top-draw cricket.
On the same page, Tony Pawson welcomes the Benson and
Hedges Cup, the 55-over competition with the midsummer final that was to be become
a favourite of the fixture list for the next three decades.
Does it remind you of anything? There was no great demand
for it, but the marketing people at Lord’s thought that it would be a new
source of revenue. It cut into the County Championship programme. In 1968,
before the introduction of the Sunday League, each county played 28 three-day
matches. In 1972, this was cut to 20, which adds up to only four more potential
playing days than the 14 four-day contests of 2022.
But unlike the Hundred, the shorter form then took the
early weeks of the season (which were the last week of April and May, rather
than the tail end of Christmas as is now the case) leaving high summer to the
Championship. Whether it was the different climate patterns, or that the
cricket fields of that time were the least porous materials known to science is
unclear, but only one of the ten games in the south group finished on the first
of the scheduled three days.
I saw no games in the new competition that year. Kent
played their two home group games at Blackheath and Tunbridge Wells and did not
make the knockout phase.
There was a cracker at Lord’s. Colin Cowdrey, batting at
No 3, made an unbeaten 107. Wisden said
Cowdrey batted with all his
old mastery, grafting on to his vintage ability the urgency needed in
limited-overs cricket.
He hit three sixes, and with Asif Iqbal but on 70 in 30
minutes. I have written
before that when Cowdrey escaped the prim prison of his background
and character and batted like a free man--a cricketing Brigadoon in its own
way--it was a grand day to be at the cricket.
In that era, 234 would usually have been enough to secure
a comfortable victory, but here a well-measured reply, led by MJ Smith’s 73,
took Middlesex home with eight balls to spare.
Leicestershire won that inaugural competition. Yorkshire
prised free 136 from 55 overs (no blaming Boycott, who was injured) and
Leicestershire took 47 overs to get them. It was the worst of the B&H
finals, with the possible exception of that of 1984 when Lancashire took 43
overs to chase 139 and Peter May gave the man-of-the-match award to John
Abrahams, who made a duck and did not bowl. It was Leicestershire’s first trophy,
one of four that Illingworth would lead them too.
The most interesting article in the May 1972 edition was a
piece of journalism/stalking by David Frith. Presenting himself as an autograph
hunter with a few books for signing, Frith drove 200 miles, to see a man, who
he describes thus:
Jack Gregory, First AIF, New
South Wales and Australia fast bowler who made even Walter Hammond blanch,
scorer of the fastest-ever Test century, arguably the greatest of slip
fieldsmen, was not discernibly pleased to see me.
Gregory played in all of Warwick Armstrong’s eight
successive wins over England in the consecutive Ashes series of 1920-21. With
Ted McDonald he formed the first of Australia’s great fast-bowling partnerships.
Frith managed to get to Gregory’s kitchen table, but his
description of the great bowler as “Garbo-like” indicates that he didn’t get
any revelations out of him, though it is interesting to learn that Gregory
bowled off just 12 paces, and did not share the contempt that most of his
generation of cricketers had for one-day cricket.
“By jove, I like that
50-overs stuff…They have to get on with it. I liked to hit hard myself, because
I love the game and I tried to amuse the public. They like to see bright
cricket.”
I bought a recent edition of The Cricketer the other day. David Frith had two pieces (both
obituaries) in it. Only Swanton has had a longer association with the magazine,
though as founder of the Wisden Cricket
Monthly, a good deal of the interim was spent with Frith in competition
with it.
