How to Catch a Cricket Match
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How to Catch a Cricket Match - Harry Ricketts
Tom
Cricket: A sport at which contenders drive a ball with sticks or bats in opposition to each other.
Samuel Johnson,
A Dictionary of the English Language
Before the start of play
IT’S JUNE 1955. My father and I are playing cricket on our pocket handkerchief of a lawn. Our house is in a barracks just outside Worcester, and the lawn is surrounded by laurel bushes, with spikes on top of the walls behind. My father, an English army officer, is a quiet man with a salt-and-pepper moustache, rather shy. ‘Good shot,’ he says. ‘Keep your eye on the ball. Hard lines.’ When it’s my turn to bowl, I run round and round the garden, whirling my arms and shouting, ‘I’m Typhoon Tyson!’ until I get giddy and fall over giggling.
August 1961. My father and I sit transfixed on blue-backed chairs in the study. On the black-and-white screen, England are 150 for 1 and need only another 100 more runs to win the Test against Australia and regain the Ashes. Ted Dexter is on 76, a thrilling innings. The Australian captain, Richie Benaud, is bowling round the wicket, pitching his leg-spinners in the rough outside the batsman’s leg-stump.
Suddenly Dexter flashes at a ball and is caught by the wicket-keeper. A pity he’s out, but no matter because in comes Peter May, the England captain and one of the best batsmen in the world. He looks relaxed, in control. Second ball, Benaud bowls him behind his legs for 0, playing a sweep shot without covering his wicket with the left pad – an elementary mistake.
The next batsman is Brian Close, a left-hander. Within minutes he too has committed cricketing suicide, sweeping. My father and I sit on in the blue-backed chairs, distraught, disbelieving, as almost-victory slides inexorably to defeat.
August 1976. The scorching English summer of Dutch elm disease. I am on holiday from my job in Hong Kong and staying with my friend David in Elvington, just outside York. David has secured us a game for the Elvington Second XI. The game – against the staff of a supermarket chain – takes place on the edge of a park. The pitch is an ordinary strip of mown grass, with the creases at each end marked out in white. It is a minefield, lethal. The ball either shoots along the ground or knocks your head off.
We make 48. David easily top-scores with 19. A shooter does for me, lbw 1. When their last man comes in, they are 48 for 9. One run to win, one wicket to tie. I’ve bowled throughout the innings, taken four wickets and sent another batsman to hospital – not intentionally: the ball simply reared up off a length and broke his glasses. The tension is palpable. What to bowl? Two short ones, I decide, followed by a yorker. The batsman leaves the first two balls, aims to swipe the third and win the game. The ball nips underneath the bat, hits leg-stump. The game is a tie.
January 1984, Wellington. From the garden comes the regular thud, thud of a tennis ball being thrown against a wall and hit back. My stepson Max is practising his batting. He’s a left-hander, so he stands, side-on to the wall, bat in right hand, ball in left. I can picture the scene: his intense concentration as he throws the ball, then quickly grips the bat with both hands and lunges forward as the ball bounces back at him. He’s not a natural sportsman, but by assiduous practice and great effort of will he has made himself a reasonable batsman. His knowledge of contemporary cricketers, both from New Zealand and overseas, is already encyclopaedic. How many did Martin Crowe score on his Test debut? (9 run out.) Who passed Freddie Trueman’s record of 307 Test wickets? (The West Indian off-spinner Lance Gibbs.) It’s a great bond between us. We often play down in Kelburn Park or on our scrap of lawn, just as my father played with me. Max also practises on his own for hours. Thud, thud.
It’s now January 1990. My team – the one I’ve played for since 1982 – has a match at Tawa. We have only nine players. This is not good, nor is the fact we’ve scored only 80-something runs. I’ve brought my daughter Jessie (nine) and my second son Jamie (seven) with a picnic to watch the match. They both know how to play from Saturday ‘Kiwi cricket’ and games at home. We’ve batted hopelessly, but Tawa aren’t strong and we still have a chance.
I ask the kids tentatively whether they’d like to field for us to make up numbers. They seem keen. I ask the Tawa captain if he minds. He doesn’t. I tell the kids just to try and stop the ball if it comes near them, but on no account to try and catch it. I position Jessie at long-stop both ends, directly behind our wicket-keeper, a young journalist called John Campbell, and Jamie, who is more cricket-savvy, directly behind the bowler. Both make invaluable stops, and thanks to our left-arm spinner, Bede Corry, we win by half a dozen runs.
January 2001. My team (still the same one – at fifty, I’m now the oldest member) is playing a game at Grenada North. Also in the team are Jamie, now eighteen, and another stepson, Tom. In itself it’s not a particularly memorable game, but Jamie nonchalantly takes a high catch off Tom’s bowling. The ball seems to hang in the air forever before coming down. Someone takes a photo of the three of us, in front of slopes of gorse, our eyes screwed up against the sun.
I sometimes ask myself what it is about cricket that has kept me playing and watching it with undiminished passion for half a century. And when I do, I blame my father. It was he who taught me the absolute basics of the game on that tiny lawn when I was five. ‘Showed’ is probably a better word. Cricket, as he showed it, went more or less like this. The person holding the bat was called the batsman, and stood in front of three sticks in the ground (the wicket) with two smaller sticks across the top (the bails). The person with the ball – usually my father – was called the bowler, and lobbed the ball at the wicket, trying to hit it. As the batsman, my job was to try to prevent the ball hitting the wicket, and, if possible, to whack it as far as I could.
It looked easy, but it wasn’t. The ball, usually a tennis ball, would come towards me, fairly slowly. I would watch it all the way. It would bounce. I would swing the bat and often, somehow, miss. If the ball hit the wicket, my father would usually give me another go. He was infinitely patient.
That duel between bowler and batsman is the essence of cricket. The bowler is trying to hit the wicket. The batsman is trying to prevent this, and to hit the ball as far as possible. Everything else in cricket is merely an amplification of this essential encounter.
The first amplification is that in a real game of cricket – a match – there are eleven players on each side, plus two umpires. Each team takes it in turn to bat and bowl. The object is for one team to score more runs than the other. The object of the team that is fielding is to dismiss, or ‘get out’, ten of the batsmen on the opposing team.
All eleven of the bowling side are on the field at once, but only two batsmen; their team-mates sit on the sidelines.
In the middle of the field stand two wickets, 22 yards (20 metres) apart, with white-painted lines to show where the batsmen should stand – the ‘batting crease’ – and from behind which the bowler should bowl – ‘the bowling crease’. One batsman faces the bowler; the other stands at the bowler’s end, ready to run if required.
The section of the playing area to the right of the batsman who is facing the bowler is called the off-side; the section to the left (because it is the side where the batsman’s legs are) is called the leg-side or on-side (see figure 1). Complementing this division of the cricket field into off-side and leg-side, the three stumps that comprise the wicket are referred to as the off-stump, middle-stump and leg-stump.
The second amplification is that there are ten ways in which the batsman can be got out. Five of these are common and happen in most matches. The most comprehensive, and often dramatic, is when the batsman is bowled: that is, the bowler delivers the ball, the batsman misses, and the ball breaks the wicket, causing one or both bails to fall off. Fast bowlers, in particular, love making the bails fly and the stumps leap out of the ground.
Figure 1 The wicket
But the batsman