When cricketers keep a diary of the season and they’ve hit a real low it is traditionally indicated by the words “No entry”. I’m tempted to try the same approach, but – for the record – here is a brief account of my attempts to watch cricket in the month of July 2012 (“The year without a Summer”).
Middlesex 2nd XI v Surrey 2nd XI , Radlett
The fascination of Radlett for me is that it’s the first ground I can see from the train on my journey into work when the darkness begins to lift at the end of February. It seems to offer hope that the Winter is ending and Summer cannot be far away. Ha!
I had two alternative days pencilled in for this visit. The first was postponed so that the Surrey players could attend Tom Maynard’s funeral. The second offered just enough hope of play to make the journey worthwhile (there was a spell of bright sunshine between Wellingborough and Bedford) but by the time I arrived it was the familiar wet pitch/thin drizzle scenario. I cut my losses and spent the afternoon in St Albans Cathedral instead.
On the two days I didn’t attend there seems to have been quite a decent game. I note that Surrey’s 2nd XI seam attack (Jon Lewis, Tim Linley and Chris Jordan) would give Leicestershire’s first choice bowlers a run for the money.
There are actually two grounds and two pavilions there (the one visible from the train is the reserve ground) and I see from this week’s Cricketer Magazine that Middlesex are specifically developing it as a ‘base away from London‘ with ‘state-of-the-art gym, physiotherapy room, dressing room and first-class quality grass pitches’. How the other half live, eh?
This is the main pavilion –
and this the one on the reserve ground –
Warwickshire v Sussex, Edgbaston, County Championship
It’s always seemed odd that I’ve never made it to Edgbaston, given how close it is – as the crow flies – to where I live. But then the crow wouldn’t have to take the train to New Street (dread station!) or pay to get in. In any case, there was so much rain that I didn’t even bother setting off.
Leicestershire v Worcestershire, Grace Road, CB40
This CB40 match had been cunningly slipped in on a Saturday afternoon, but they didn’t quite succeed in throwing me off the scent and I managed to catch the first and worst half of it (the start was delayed until 3.15). There was some decent batting from the Pears’ Phil Hughes (who didn’t look as unorthodox as I’d expected) and Moeen Ali (who makes Hashim Amla look like he’s sporting a bit of five’o’clock shadow)
but what caught my eye was the performance in the field of the Foxes’ bargain basement acquisition Mike Thornley.
Thornley (nickname ‘The Major’) was released by his first county (Sussex) but given a second chance by appearing for the Unicorns. Since being picked up by Leicestershire he’s impressed with the bat but I didn’t realise he bowled as well. He is old – at 25 – by the standards of the current Foxes squad but – in the field – looks rather like a reincarnation of Charles Palmer (though I don’t think he wears glasses). He bowls the kind of military medium that you’d expect to see from someone who used to be quite useful in his youth turning over his arm in the Parents’ Match and doesn’t seem to have got the memo about the need for athleticism in the field for the modern multi-dimensional cricketer. I have hopes of seeing him bowling lobs before the season’s out.
In the second – and better – half of the match, which I missed, Leicestershire won, thanks to a century from Ronnie Sarwan and some hitting at the finish from Harborough’s own Rob Taylor. With Josh Cobb now installed as the one-day Captain, hopes are rising for this very young side – if, of course, they can ignore the waggling of cheque-books (or credit cards, I suppose, in today’s money) from the region of Trent Bridge.
Northamptonshire v Glamorgan, Wantage Road, County Championship
Having watched one session of a CB40 match on the Saturday I followed it up with one session of a Championship match on the Sunday afternoon. This seemed to have been cut-and-pasted from another season altogether or possibly another era. In bright sunshine, promising youngster Rob Newton and blaster from the past David Sales progressed to almost simultaneous centuries against some woeful Glamorgan bowling.
(Interesting to see – by the way – that Roy Virgin has branched out into running health clubs.)
Sales is a fine batsman (think Rob Key-cum-Ali Brown) who, if it hadn’t been for a series of injuries and possibly the arrival of Duncan Fletcher, would surely have been given a chance by England. Last season he averaged in the low teens and finished bottom of the Northants’ batting averages and most experienced judges (including those at Wantage Road) would not have expected to see much more of him. But here he was rolling back the years and looking a fine prospect. I see from The Cricketpaper that he has been ‘given permission to circulate his details to other counties’ and I hope some of them had their spies at Wantage Road. Probably too old for Nottinghamshire, though.
Derbyshire v Yorkshire, Queen’s Park, Chesterfield, County Championship
If I had to sit at a cricket ground and watch a series of pitch inspections I suppose it would be Queen’s Park. Everything was in place – the sun reflecting off the marquee –
the sound of children’s laughter from the playground –
the merry whoop-whoop of the miniature railway, some optimistic signs
the only thing missing was the cricket, which was abandoned shortly before 2.00, with a ritualised series of handshakes on the balcony –
I should have known something was up when there was no-one there to charge admission on the gate – though I saw that one thrifty couple (from Yorkshire, presumably) were taking no chances and had set up their deck chairs outside the perimeter fence.
So, on to August, when I’m planning to …
But, if you want to make the Gods of Cricket laugh, write about your plans on your blog.