T he idea for this book arrived in the upper tier of the Compton Stand at Lords on a lazy summers afternoon in 2009. The batsmen and bowlers had bought into the crowds post-lunch stupor, neither side straining for runs or wickets. Such carefree moments, shared with a dear friend provide the perfect environment for discussing the finer points of our favourite sport. Any updates on work, family and mutual friends are dutifully traded during the morning session, leaving the rest of the days play for earnest cricket chat fuelled by the occasional visit to the refreshment kiosks.
Just before tea, our conversation meandered towards the subject of batting as a trial of character. How many other sports give you just one chance to express yourself? Even that one fleeting opportunity can be snuffed out prematurely. The unplayable ball, brilliant catch, errant umpire or needless run out are all waiting to test your sense of humour. In a split second, your day has ended.
Batting is not a matter of life and death no innings is that important but the finality and inevitability of getting out does draw comparison, even at a superficial level. No batsman, not even the greatest to have taken guard, can escape the pain of being dismissed for a low score or a duck. A perfect season or career is not possible. Nobody is immortal at the crease.
How often do we hear this on commentary? He did well to nick that one. A lesser batsman would have missed it. Cold comfort to the debutant who has just bagged a duck. Likewise: The umpire didnt see the inside edge and hes given him lbw. The finger is raised and the batsman isnt happy, but he has to go. Spectators may be sympathetic, selectors less so.
And its not only the batsmen who are a hostage to fortune. A leading bowler can find himself flogging a dead pitch that gives no assistance, as a moderate batsman smacks him round the park. Any edges fly into gaps, while the fielders drop sitters and dive over the ball. Youll bowl half as well tomorrow and take five wickets, will not change the 0 for 120 in the scorebook. For every hundred, five-for , partnership or blinding catch, there is the anguish of a duck, Chinese cut, collapse or dolly drop. Of course, the best sportsmen quickly erase the memory and make the most of the next opportunity. But cricket can be damned unfair sometimes. Perhaps that is what makes this the best of team sports certain individuals are destined to fail during a contest, often through no fault of their own. Those players in form or enjoying the rub of the green must win or save the match for those whose touch or luck has deserted them.
All of the cricketers mentioned in this book have played to at least first-class level, so any failure was a mere blip in a highly successful career. I wish I had even half their ability! But I do hope that their struggles will provide consolation for the rest of us who never reached such lofty heights. No blushes are spared on the cricket field, whether you are Bradman or Hammond, Sobers or Tendulkar. Sooner rather than later the cricketing gods will smack you to the ground and give you a kick in the guts while youre down there.
Amidst the sense of loss and futility, however, the occasional moment of glorious achievement makes it all feel worthwhile. Why else would we keep coming back for more punishment?
M any people have helped me to compile this book, so my thanks to all of you. In particular, I am grateful to Henry Blofeld for writing the foreword; Oliver Preston for his excellent illustrations: the committee of the Primary Club, especially Chris Larlham; Peter Baxter and Jonny Hammond-Chambers for their insights my editor Kirsty Ennever for her attention to detail; and Andrew Johnston for taking another punt on me.
For their encouragement during the long winter months of 200910, my thanks to: Richard Butler, David Pick, Jonathan Hamilton-Jones, Dominic Ash, Sara Trechman, Alastair and Clare Valentine.
And, as always, to my parents for their unstinting love and support: thank you both.
Writing this book would not have been possible without the wealth of information available in Wisden Cricketers Almanack (John Wisden & Co Ltd) and the ESPN Cricinfo website, which has been a daily friend for the last ten years. Cricket fans are blessed to have such comprehensive resources.
Useful books included: The Complete Whos Who of Test Cricketers by Christopher Martin-Jenkins (Macmillan, 1987); The Complete History of Cricket Tours at Home andAbroad by Peter Wynne-Thomas (Hamlyn, 1989); Test Match Special: 50 Not Out edited by Peter Baxter (BBC Books, 2007); The BestXI by Geoffrey Boycott (Penguin, 2009); Out of the Rough by Peter Baxter, Jonathan Agnew and David Lloyd (Andre Deutsch, 1997); Stiff Upper Lips and Baggy Green Caps by Simon Briggs (Quercus, 2009).
I an Valentine has done cricket a great and rather surprising service. The game has a larger and more comprehensive bibliography then any other sport and just about every facet of the game has been covered and most of them many times over. With shrewd forethought Ian has ingeniously discovered an area of the game which has never before been put under the microscope. As a result of enormous and, I daresay, forbidding research he has not only filled the gap, but in doing so he has also produced a book which is as humorous as it is informative.
The great deeds of the game, both individually and collectively, have been written about ad infinitum. On the other hand the horror stories of teams and of individual players and the merciless and scurvy way the unfortunates of cricket have been treated by bad luck, have mostly been allowed to go harmlessly past the off stump. Embarrassing ducks, red-faced bowling figures of 0/200 and more, howlers in the field when catches which would have been gobbled up by any self-respecting grandmother , have been catastrophically dropped, teams that have somehow managed to lose matches that only divine intervention could prevent them from winning, and run outs, the form of dismissal which creates by far the most amusement, have been allowed to disappear into the mists of time.
But here they all are, lumped together in their infamous glory and what joy Ian Valentines accounts will bring. There is not a cricketer in the world who will not be able to identify most embarrassingly with something in this wonderfully amusing book. Since reading the first chapter scarcely a day has gone by without me going step by step through the process of being bowled first ball by Rex Neame in the 1955 Eton v Harrow match at Lords, thereby enabling him to complete the first hat-trick taken by an Harrovian bowler in that contest. Photogaphs show that I was two paces down the pitch at the time, Heaven forfend.
This is a book which, once read, should find a permanent place on any cricket lovers bedside table. When sleep is elusive and ones head is full of grisly thoughts, this is just the answer. The embarrassment and unhappiness of Ernest Vogler, Tommy Ward, Gavin Hamilton, Mashrafe Mortaza, Scott Boswell, Roy Sheffield, Monty Bowden and a whole host of others will do the reader the world of good. By the way, hands up anyone who has heard of any of those seven and has a clue why their unhappiness should provide such pleasure.
Still to come are the umpiring blunders, the reason the immortal EW Swanton was not sent to Australia to cover the Bodyline tour, and a delicious cocktail of a lot of people who should have been immune from such disasters, coming up with gratifying quantities of egg all over their faces. Its good stuff from the first page to the last.