The first four pages of Playfair are, mystifyingly, devoted to a preview of the domestic season in South Africa, to be contested exclusively by white players, though the political context is referred to only obliquely. More commendably, The Cricketer had a correspondent on non-European cricket in South Africa, A Akhalwaya. He reports on the reaction to the end of Basil D’Oliveira’s test-match career in his homeland, reminding us how much it meant to the non-white population to have one of their own playing at the highest level.
Here in South Africa we
found ourselves unabashedly supporting England. Whenever England played no more
did we ask: ‘What is the score?’ Instead, it became ‘What did D’Oliveira
score?’ or ‘How many wickets did he take?
…One wonders which country
the schoolboys will now support.
The
Cricketer has a review of the season by Tony Pawson that in
structure is strikingly similar to Tony Lewis’s Journal of the Season in
November’s issue. Could there have been a miscommunication that led Pawson to
think that he was i/c the Journal in 1972? If so, it was a felicitous error, as
Pawson was always worth reading. Occasionally, his path crossed with mine, for
example in May:
Knott’s bewildering range
of quick-footed shots brought him a century in each innings at Maidstone.
I was there for the second of these centuries. It was
my first visit to Mote Park, a ground that became a favourite, the English
venue that was most like our parkland grass bowls here in New Zealand. Pawson’s
own batting for Kent, a generation earlier, was by all accounts similar to
Knott’s in its fleetness of foot and scurrying between the wickets. Pawson also
contributes portraits of Colin Cowdrey and Donald Carr.
Another day of fond memory is pictured, 10 September
when Kent won the Sunday League by beating Worcestershire at St Lawrence. Guardian
of the telephone in the Canterbury press box, Dudley Moore (who must have got
tired of being asked where Peter Cook was) summed up Kent’s route to the title,
culminating in chasing 190, the biggest target they faced all season. A century
partnership between Luckhurst and Nicholls took them home.
David Frith made an early impression as Deputy Editor
of The Cricketer by conducting an
airmail interview with Clarrie Grimmett, the New Zealander who took 216 wickets
with his leg spin for Australia. It’s fascinating. Grimmett says that his
greatest regret was that he was not selected for the 1938 tour to England.
I had hoped to continue my
great association with Bill O’Reilly; this breaking of our partnership was a
terrific blow to both of us…The only reason I can think of for my omission is
that I was thought to be too old.
As Grimmett was 46 at that time, he probably had a
point. Though born in Dunedin, the leg-spinner learned his cricket at the Basin
Reserve in Wellington, for whom he made his debut in the Plunket Shield when he
was 17, leaving for Australia when he was 22.
Grimmett received an early lesson in the realities of
Sheffield Shield cricket from New South Wales skipper Monty Noble, who berated
him for getting through his overs too quickly (a six-ball over in a
minute-and-a-half!) so not allowing the quickies a rest.
He nominates Stan McCabe as the greatest strokemaker he
saw. Grimmett’s choice of the major batsman that he had a strong chance of
dismissing is a surprise: Bradman.
I always
felt he was uncomfortable against good-length spin.
On modern cricket, he deplores short-pitched bowling,
but blames the batsmen for it.
If they learnt correct
footwork instead of ducking (and getting hit in the process) short bowling
would die a natural death.
Both publications carry articles concerning
Warwickshire’s Championship-winning captain AC Smith (the Edgbaston Smiths AC
and MJK were known by their initials). Richard Eaton interviews him in Playfair, while The Cricketer piece carries Smith’s byline. Given his notorious statement
to the media years later as CE of the TCCB: “no comment, but don’t quote me”,
it is no surprise that Eaton’s is the more illuminating.
Warwickshire’s trip of brilliant West Indians, Gibbs,
Kanhai and Kallicharran was supplemented mid-season by Deryck Murray who took
AC’s place as wicketkeeper. Naturally, Smith turned to bowling instead.
I am a liquorice allsorts
bowler. I think I can bowl cutters when the wicket is soft or broken, but I
like to get the ball shone a bit and swing it on a good wicket,
He does not attempt to describe his bowling action,
which was as chaotic as any I have seen, and accompanied by a pantomime
villain’s grin at the point of release.
Mike Denness, in his Captain’s Column in Playfair,
bemoans the travel demands made on county cricketers. One weekend began with a
journey…
…from Folkestone on a
Friday night to play Somerset at Glastonbury. On the Saturday night we motored
up to Derby, returning on Sunday night to Somerset.
On the Tuesday evening we
headed north to play Yorkshire at Bradford.
They played cricket on all these days, and the motorway
network was nowhere near as developed as it became. It is surprising that there
were not more injuries or deaths. As crowded as the fixture list now remains, it is much more reasonable
than it was.
This is the best edition of Playfair that I have come across so far. There is also Cardus on
Ranji, Stephen Green on the Treasures of
Lord’s and an interesting interview with the Glamorgan player Tony Cordle
by Basil Easterbrook. Cordle was then about halfway through a county career
that saw him take almost a thousand wickets, often in bowling partnership with
Malcolm Nash.
He was one of the Windrush generation of immigrants from
the Caribbean, and suffered many of the indignities of that community when he
arrived in London. Relatives whisked him off to Cardiff, where, most
fortuitously for Glamorgan, a job interview happened to be held overlooking the
Cardiff Arms Park cricket ground. He decided to join the Cardiff club, despite,
unusually for a Bajan, never having played in an organised game.
There is an interesting video on YouTube of a recent interview
with Cordle by Glamorgan historian Andrew Hignell.