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Posting has been light this week, for which I apologise. I'd like to say that I've been busy writing a bestselling book, but instead it has been the routine day job of editing a rugby sevens supplement and preparing a forthcoming Times sporting retrospective of the decade (published in a couple of weeks) that has eaten into my blogging.
Still, I have a spare couple of hours now so let's bash out some blogs beginning with a hearty congratulations to Duncan Hamilton, who this lunchtime won the William Hill Sports Book of the Year award for his excellent biography of Harold Larwood.
I read this a couple of months ago and wrote a blog in praise of Hamilton's book, especially its revelations about Larwood's prodigious boozing. It is a warm-hearted, detailed but never boggy biog that should be on everyone's Christmas list.
This is the fourth cricket book to win the prize in the past 11 years. Marcus Trescothick's autobiography won last year to my slight surprise. It was sympathetic to a popular character with a terrible disease but comes some way down the list of great cricket books, unlike Peter Oborne's magnificent biography of Basil D'Oliveira, which won the prize in 2004. Derek Birley's A Social History of English Cricket, despite the bland title, is also one of my favourites and won the prize in 1999.
It is feasting time for fans of Test cricket this week. India are playing Sri Lanka; New Zealand are up against Pakistan and Australia begin what their fans expect (and the rest of the world fears) will be a massacre of West Indies at the Gabba on Thursday. For those who want their cricket in smaller bites, England's one-day series against South Africa continues on Friday.
If only all Tests could be like the one in Dunedin. New Zealand have reached stumps on Day 1 at 276 for six, not far off what I'd call the perfect opening day as far as the neutral cricket-lover is concerned, with a proper balance between bat and ball.
The runs were scored quickly enough (although ideally I'd like a team to pass 300 in 90 overs) and there are enough wickets down to suggest that there will be a result on the fourth or fifth day. With McCullum and Vettori, right, at the crease overnight we could be in for an exciting second morning. Pakistan could be batting before lunch tomorrow, or they could be facing a large follow-on target. It is, in short, a match that still has hope and offers the potential for excitement.
Alas, the second Test in Kanpur already seems to be heading for a draw. That's a ridiculous statement to make after only one day, of course, but Test matches in India are being played on such good batting wickets these days that it is easy to become pessimistic.
After the dire opening Test match in Ahmedabad - in which a wicket fell every 21 overs - the pitch in Kanpur looks just as unfriendly for bowlers. India have reached 417 for two in 90 overs and with the exception of Sehwag being dropped in the first over, there has been little to rouse the impartial viewer. Even if Sri Lanka were to collapse in their first innings, you'd lay even money on them following on and making 500 to save the game.
Such are the flat, grass-less pitches we get in India these days. This is the seventh time in the past eight Tests when the side batting first in India has made more than 400. (On the other occasion, England made 316). Back in April 2008 there was the oddity of India being shut out for 76 batting first by South Africa, but as the Proteas batted for 140 overs in their first knock and India lasted almost 100 overs second time out, that suggests it was a freak result. The three first-innings scores before that were 540, 626 and 616-5. Batting is simply too easy.
Watching batsmen hit boundary after boundary with ease is all well and good for a while, but it swiftly becomes boring. That's why I no longer play Stick Cricket. It just got dull. And the balls that Sehwag and Gambhir were hitting today didn't even come with flaming trails.
On the plus side, though: the bowling got so tame as the seamers proved ineffective that we had the delightful - and rare - sight of two batsmen wearing caps at the crease.
There are certain points of statistical interest to have come out of today: Gambhir and Sehwag put on 233 for the first wicket, their highest stand together, and passed 2,500 runs as a pair shortly before Sehwag's dismissal (at an average of 60), which puts them up there with the likes of Hutton/Washbrook, Hobbs/Rhodes and Lawry/Simpson.
Gambhir went on to make a hundred for the fourth Test in a row and now sits two behind Don Bradman's record. Rahul Dravid is on the verge of passing Allan Border's tallies for runs and hundreds. Sachin Tendulkar is only 80 away from his 44th Test hundred (should get there by lunch tomorrow, then).
But although I am as big a statto-geek as many of you, what I want most is a thrilling match. A Test should enter at least the third day (and ideally the fourth or fifth) with both sides in with a chance of winning. Yes, there is something to be admired in the concentration and application of batsmen building huge scores, but when eight men occupy the crease for three hours or more, as happened at Ahmedabad (a third of the total batsmen used), you do start to wonder whether playing with a tennis ball on a concrete playground would offer more of a challenge.
What is the solution? Many are calling for changes to the Laws that help the bowlers - perhaps relaxing the restriction on bouncers and amending the lbw rules, if not going the whole hog and adding a fourth stump - and the ICC has recently ruled that match referees can penalise sides that produce bland as well as spicy pitches.
We could return to uncovered pitches, of course, although that brings the problem of resuming a game swiftly after a rain delay. Personally, I wonder whether the ICC should consider bringing back timeless Tests.
Yes, that sounds counter-intuitive, but when people think of timeless Tests they only recall the dire matches that dragged on and on, largely with the help of the weather. Seventy years ago, the most famous timeless Test, between England and South Africa in Durban, was abandoned as a draw because the touring side had to go home. Nine years earlier, a Test in Kingston was abandoned after nine days for the same reason. Both those games had lost a couple of days to rain.
But while people remember the 1939 Durban Test as the last of the timeless games, the final Tests of the 1946-47 and the 1948 Ashes were scheduled to be timeless, in case a deadlock had to be broken. Six days, rather than five, were set aside for the earlier matches in each series, too. Yet they weren't needed.
Nor did many of the pre-war timeless Tests go beyond a fifth (or even a fourth) day. Knowing that it was not possible to bat out time for a draw, the batsmen's natural sense of frustration and a wish to get the game done quickly led to matches being concluded in regular time. Take away the draw and even the likes of Rahul Dravid will balk at mere crease-occupation for the sake of it.
But then we wouldn't have those thrilling draws, where batsmen are clinging on (like Monty and Jimmy at Cardiff) rather than playing out time. Perhaps we should simply cap the length of an innings at 150 overs? Any brighter ideas out there?
And before anyone makes a wise crack, yes I know that you could watch a whole Dravid innings in less time than it took to read (or write) this post...
Line & Length is not always the most optimistic of blogs (I am English after all) but I took heart from the top line given to a press release sent out by the ICC ahead of today's first one-day international.
"Clean sweep will send England to third place"
That was the headline. And while third best in the world may be a fairly modest ambition, it is interesting that the ICC chose to focus on this point. Not "3-2 win will lift England to fifth" or "Good series for Graeme Smith could see him become No 1 batsman" or even "5-0 win for Proteas will have them breathing right down Australia's neck in rankings". Any of them might have been more credible than predicting an England clean sweep.
Of course, being English, I'd have been more tempted to do a headline saying: "Heavy rain forecast could save England from 5-0 thrashing".
What is more interesting, I think, is that due to a vagary of the computer system, a 3-2 win for South Africa would not be enough to keep them in second place in the rankings. They will have to win 4-1 (or, if it rains today, 3-1) to keep making ground on Australia, else India will sneak ahead.
So, not quite the ideal start to Alastair Cook's tenure as England captain yesterday. He may be the first player to be groomed for the job arguably since Mike Atherton - although Vaughan and Flintoff both had some age-group captaincy experience - but it was not the happiest debut. South Africa made the second highest total in T20's brief international history, won with ease and then Cook was slapped with a match fine for England getting through their overs too slowly.
I'm on a work trip in France for a couple of days and, astoundingly, couldn't find anywhere showing the game yesterday, so I don't know what sort of captain Cook turned out to be. Did he appear in control or was it lots of hand-clapping in place of strategy and evil looks from Jimmy Anderson, who thinks he should have the job?
The ECB have been planning for this moment for some time. Three years ago Cook, who had captained England Under-19s (unlike Collingwood, Strauss, Hussain, Stewart or, of course, Pietersen) was invited to lunch and brainstorming with Mike Brearley, the model captain, at Lord's. He was also made captain of MCC, effectively an England A side, against the champion county in the season opener in 2007. Naming him vice-captain for this winter was a continuation of that plan.
But he has never captained his county, save in second XI cricket, and there is a big difference between discussing and doing. Part of the problem of him being selected for the senior side so early is that he never got the chance to lead an A tour. Experiences such as yesterday's match are therefore a good thing. So would be sending him to Bangladesh to lead a weakened England in Strauss's absence after Christmas.
In time Cook will probably take over the England captaincy on a full-time basis across all three formats of the game and I wish him every success. But be warned: the most famous English captain to be called Cook, despite having some success in Australia, ended up killed by restless natives on an overseas tour.
I was doing the Times Online commentary on yesterday's T20 international, when rain came along and spoilt what could have been a cracking finish.
Or, to look at it another way, rain added a thrilling random variable to an exciting game and ensured that one team would be cursing cruel fortune and another thinking they are loved by the gods. Much better that than it coming down to 13 needed off one over and the victory decided by mere skill.
I mentioned in the comms that it is a peculiarly English thing to be hoping for rain. An Australian would be desperate for the game to resume so that they could win on the field. A South African would be desperate for it not to rain because they can't deal with having more than one or two things to think about at any time.
Personally, rain is one of the beautiful things about cricket. A completely natural phenomenon that even the ICC cannot control, a reminder of our own futility and weakness before greater powers, a fascinating game-changer that turns sportsmen into meteorologists and gamblers. Footballers play on in the rain, tennis players resume when the rain finishes (even if that means delaying a game's conclusion by a day) but only in cricket does rain terminate a match.
And how wonderful that a game is then decided by maths and precedent and brainy people. It is the revenge of the geeks.
Speaking of which, some 20 years ago during a series of rather dull calculus lessons I developed an intricate game of calculator cricket, using the random number generator, that featured huge arrays of tables designed to replicate the changing fortunes of a Test. Most important among them was the rain table, which had to be consulted at the start of every "day".
I can't recall what probability I set for rain falling - it was probably too high - but I loved the thrill of grappling with chance and striking overs from the day's tally because the number had come up, increasing the chance of a draw. It beat Mr Crickmore's droning explanation about brackets, anyway.
"Are the EastEnders scriptwriters subliminally picking the England cricket team?"
It was an odd opening gambit, but Steve Pittard, a Line & Length reader, grabbed my attention, even if I haven't watched the London soap since Leslie Grantham was plugged by a gangster beside the canal. Steve based his argument on the fact that characters called Swann, Trott and Peterson have all been introduced in recent years.
So far, so coincidental. But then Steve pointed out other cricketing links in the naming of EastEnders characters: there is the mechanic Gary (Jack) Hobbs, the shopkeeper Patrick (Fred) Trueman, Pat (Godfrey) Evans, Pauline (Foxy) Fowler, Ricky (Mark) Butcher, Mo (Lord) Harris, Johnny (Gubby) Allen, Stacey (Michael) Slater - an excellent sledger of the "shut it you slag" variety, Steve notes - and Amira (Owais) Shah. Surprisingly, he missed out Grant (Tommy) Mitchell.
Steve adds that a few years ago there was a character called Keith Miller who was an illiterate workshy sponger and it is surely only a matter of time before a "Dirty" Don Bradman rocks up.
Even the EastEnders dogs are named after cricketers. There is Genghis (Imran) Khan, Little (Peter) Willey and, of course, Wellard, the dog owned by Robbie (Archie) Jackson and clearly named after Arthur Wellard, the former Somerset and England all-rounder.
This is beyond coincidence. Something clearly is up. I asked the BBC for their thoughts and after three days of deliberation (I can only assume that they took this matter all the way to the top: to Mark Thompson, the director-general, or maybe even as high as Wogan) they came back with this rather bland reply:
"We are delighted that EastEnders has so many links to the world of cricket. Maybe one of our scriptwriters is a secret fan and wants to bridge the gap between the Oval and Walford."
It's a cover-up, I say. Well you've been rumbled now, BBC. Better cancel those plans for bringing in Mr and Mrs Bopara to run the mini-mart.
Kevin Pietersen may be many things, but he is not into false flattery. When he says he rates someone, he means it.
And although he likes to make big statements, without the conditionals and weasel words of others, he usually has sound reason for what he says. There is always basis for the bluster.
But some may feel he has taken leave of his senses with the comment in his interview with Richard Hobson this morning:
“I truly believe Jacques Kallis is the greatest cricketer ever."
Eyebrows duly raised? Let's leave out all the ancient cricketers who Pietersen may not even have considered - the Bradmans and Barneses and Trumpers and Hobbses. Let's even leave out players of more recent vintage who have dominated but perhaps slipped the infant Pietersen's attention when he was running about on the farm in Pietermaritzburg rather than watching TV - the Gavaskars, Richardses, Bothams and Soberses.
But is Kallis even the greatest of those to have played in the past decade? Is he better than Warne or Ponting or Tendulkar or Murali? Where does he sit in relation to Gilchrist or Lara or Kumble? Could Sehwag or Sangakkara or McGrath be rated higher?
Perhaps by posing these questions, it just reveals how blessed we have been to be watching cricket in the past decade. So many greats to choose from. And I'm not saying that Kallis doesn't deserve his place. He averages 55 in Test cricket, 45+ in ODIs and has 500 international wickets. He is a very very fine player. If only he had an English parent we'd have been in there and poached him...
But for Pietersen to say so definitively that he is the greatest? Well, have your say. And come back here later for the first part in a Line & Length special series on the Noughties.
We are used to the occasional crippling embarrassment from the England men's team, particularly in limited-overs games, but normally we can rely on the England women to keep trotting along, winning games without alarm or fanfare. Alas, our girls have also gone off the rails.
Charlotte Edwards's team are in St Kitts, playing limited-overs cricket with the West Indies, who had not been noted for their strength in women's cricket. Before this series, the West Indies had won three of their 33 international games against England, Australia, New Zealand and India, the big four of women's cricket. At the World Twenty20 last year, they lost heavily to the two antipodean sides and beat South Africa, who are really ropy in women's cricket, by four runs.
Yet something has changed. England lost the 50-over series 2-1 on Saturday, with defeats in the first and third matches by 40 runs and one wicket respectively. The latter was particularly disappointing as England had reduced West Indies to 66 for six, chasing 177.
The opening match of the Twenty20 series on Monday was just as frustrating. England made only 112 for eight, but West Indies collapsed from 91 for two before winning by four wickets with one ball in hand. Yesterday, the home side sealed their second series of the week with a five-wicket win in the second Twenty20 game.
England's batting was woeful again. Even the multiple initials of Ebony-Jewel Cora-Lee Rosamond Camellia Rainford-Brent, England's mouthful of an opening batsman, couldn't save them. They were dismissed for just 99 - 41 of them coming from Edwards's bat - and are clearly missing the calmness and experience of Claire Taylor and Sarah Taylor, who had decided to skip the tour. It does not bode well for England defending their World Twenty20 title in the Caribbean next May.
Is it too late to clone Graeme Swann? OK, so that incessant chatter and playful mischief would get on your nerves after a while - a bit like when Calvin, of Hobbes fame, clones himself in Scientific Progress Goes Boink - but it would be useful to have more than one of him up our sleeves this winter.
England were bowled out for 89 by South Africa A in a Twenty20 game today. Alastair Cook made 22, although he took 13 overs to do it, but no one else showed up. When you are defending a tiny target like that the best you can do is chuck the ball to your most likely wicket-taker and hope that the oppo don't finish the game too early.
Paul Collingwood decided that Swann was the go-to guy. He was not disappointed. Swann bowled four overs and took two wickets for nine runs. South Africa A treated him with respect.
They may not have needed to take risks, but the fact they didn't try anything more than survival against Swann shows how much control he had. Let's hope that this is one of those indefinable positives that England like to take out of heavy defeats.
There are two barriers that have never been passed in Test cricket, but one may be broken in just over a year. No batsman who has played more than one innings has ended his career with an average over 100 and no player has lived to be 100.
None, in fact, have ever made it to 99 but in 38 days, God willing, Eric Tindill will become the first Test cricketer to get to within one of his century. At the weekend, the former New Zealand batsman became the longest-lived cricketer, passing the 98 years and 324 days of Francis MacKinnon, the 35th MacKinnon of MacKinnon as the chiefs of that clan are called.
I first wrote about "Snowy" Tindill on his 97th birthday and there is a good piece on him on Cricinfo today. As well as being the oldest Test cricketer, Tindill is also the oldest surviving international rugby player. He played for the All Blacks in 1935-36, his one international coming against England at Twickenham in which the immigrant Russian prince Alexander Obolensky scored two tries for the home side.
Tindill was the only man to have played Test cricket and rugby for New Zealand. He also refereed international rugby matches and stood as an umpire in a cricket Test - the double-double. While he is now the oldest Test cricketer, he has a bit longer to go before he is the oldest-lived international rugby player. Mac Henderson, a former Scotland No 8, died earlier this year at the age of 101 years and 309 days.
Stuart Broad has an autobiography out. Yes, already. He may be only 23, but these publishers like to snare them early. Broad's book has been ghosted by the admirable Paul Newman, who last year did as good a job as he could with the raw materials offered by Alastair "Lively" Cook. It is rather picture-heavy (well, he has been playing for only two years) but is fairly entertaining.
I spoke to Broad recently before he departed for South Africa and wrote two pieces today for The Times on his fears that he he could be burnt out before he is 28 and on the strange superstitions and rituals that got England through the first Ashes Test in Cardiff.
Unlike Cook, an admirable batsman but as bland as the Times canteen's pea and ham soup when it comes to expressing opinions, Broad has a bit of spark to him. Not quite in the Swann/Pietersen/Bopara mould, but there was still plenty left in the notebook after I'd filled 1,400 words of today's paper. So here is what else he had to say...
On being hit for six sixes in an over by Yuvraj Singh in the 2007 World Twenty20 “I’ve not erased it from my mind. One of my friends sent me a text message after that happened saying 'Jeez he hit that well. You'll have to get an Ashes five-for now to regain your reputation'. Things happen for a reason and change the way you develop. I’m a lot less predictable as a bowler now."
On his fear of being dropped "It would have been very easy for the selectors to drop me after the Edgbaston Test in the Ashes but they showed faith and it paid off. I owe quite a few people a lot for that. If I was playing at the time my Dad was, I might have only played half a dozen games before being jetissoned. They are much better at identifying talent and nurturing it now."
On Ravi Bopara "What I have noticed is how often players go back to county cricket and perform right away after they have been dropped. We saw that with Ravi Bopara when he missed the last Ashes Test but made a double-hundred for Essex. It proves that he is better than county cricketers and that is why he is in the international set-up. He'll play for England again."
On "being Australian" "As a kid, I played a lot of garden cricket, England v Australia. My mate would always be England, so I'd be Australia. I'd open with Glenn McGrath then bring Warne on and try to bowl leg spin. I'm not a frustrated spinner, although when I'm bowling the 30th over of the day in the heat I wish I was one. I don't have the nous to be a spinner, you have to be very clever."
On Ottis Gibson, the England bowling coach "He has been a mentor of mine for a long time. When he was at Leicestershire, I played seven championship games with him. Every time he’d choose to bowl into the biggest gale, just to give me a chance to settle in. It is a great selfless attribute to have as a senior player. On my England debut Darren Gough was just the same. I hope I can be as selfless to younger players as I get older."
There has been some consternation among my Australian friends, who are staggered that Australia have chosen some groundsman called Burt Cockley to replace Moises Henriques in their one-day squad (he's being sent home to have that ingrowing 'i' in his name removed).
Cockley, a fast bowler whose main claim to fame is that he used to mow the grass at the North Sydney Oval, has played four list-A games for New South Wales. That's state games, not one-day internationals. He has taken five wickets, four of them on the pitch he used to tend last week. It is a bold selection.
Jarrod, a timid Victorian, suggests that there is a pro-NSW conspiracy, but I think there is another reason why the selectors summoned Burt. It's his name.
Say it. Burt Cockley. What image comes to mind when you say the words Burt Cockley? Well, he sounds like a gardener, for a start, but it is also not the name of a modern Australian cricketer. It is a throwback to another age. In fact, when I first saw a headline saying "Australia summon Burt Cockley", I assumed it was a link to an archive story from the 1930s. Players just aren't called Bert, let alone Burt, any more.
The Australian team used to be full of Burt Cockleys and similar evocative, solid, son-of-the-soil names. Clarrie Grimmett, Wally Grout, Hugh Trumble, Clem Hill, Bert Ironmonger, even the underplayed Hammy Love (which sounds like a bad production of Romeo and Juliet). All were splendid names for Australian cricketers. Even Don Bradman wasn't bad, although Donald would have been better.
Ideally, an Australian Test cricketer should sound like one of the more rural characters in The Archers. I'm surprised they never had a Walter Gabriel or an Eddie Grundy or Sid Perks.
Then came the 1990s and players with effete names like Shane and Ricky and Justin and Nathan. Good players, but embarrassing names. Australia lost something of their history when they started selecting Shanes. They won games, but it felt wrong.
Gradually the selectors are taking a stand against metrosexual names like Ricky and Nathan. Recent selections suggest a return to old-style names that sound like the pioneers who built Australia.
Brett Geeves, Clint McKay, Doug Bollinger, Callum Ferguson. All good old-fashioned names. If the selectors continue this trend, the next players to be called up will be three splendidly named Tasmanians: George Bailey, Tom Triffitt and Gerard Denton. They have the right names, even if the stats don't support them, to restore a sense of historical pride to Australia.
The only mystery - and one that Jarrod would agree with - is why in this climate of selecting players with old-fashioned names, Dirk Nannes, who sounds as 1890s frontier Australian as you could find, cannot get a look-in.
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Patrick Kidd,
is a sports writer for The Times. He first fell in love with cricket when he saw Graham Gooch swat successive balls over his head for six and on to the same red Cortina's bonnet at Castle Park, Colchester.
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