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Bob Willis, A Cricketer and a Gentleman credited to Bob Willis & Mike Dickson, edited by David Willis.

Bob Willis (1949-2019) was the second England fast bowler to take 300 Test wickets and also captained England, which is rare for a bowler. He is a cricketing legend due to his heroics at Headingley in 1981 when, playing Australia, he took eight wickets for forty-three and won the game for England. His fellow players talked of ‘a red mist’ or ‘a trance’ coming over him. Richie Benaud, commentating, said it was ‘one of the most fantastic wins in Test Cricket’ and that Willis seemed ‘almost as if he was in another world’.

Bob Willis, A Cricketer and a Gentleman is rather a hotchpotch of a book but still very interesting. The introduction is by his long-term friend, Ian Botham. There’s a biographical section written by Mike Dickson, anecdotes from friends and colleagues plus extracts from his own writing, all edited by his brother, David. Bob Willis didn’t look like an athlete. At 6’6", his long run and the thump of his foot on the ground as he bowled put a terrible strain on his knees and he was often unable to play due to knee injury, operations and other illnesses. Add to that depression, anxiety and insomnia and it’s a wonder he could play at all, let alone be remembered by all his friends as ‘great company’ and ‘very funny’. In those days there wasn’t the support for top players that there is now; they travelled with about three aides, in contrast to the army of coaches, physios and a doctor which travels with today’s England team. It was up to the individual to keep himself fit, which he worked hard at, always believing that running was more useful to a bowler than time in the gym. He found hypnosis helpful and, at the peak of his career, was lucky to have Mike Brearley, the supreme man-manager, as his captain. After retirement he eventually found his métier broadcasting for Sky, where he was famous for his acerbic comments and telling it how it was. He was so passionate about England cricket that he couldn’t bear to watch his team play badly. As I don’t have Sky, I missed all that.
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Roooooot!

Feb. 5th, 2021 11:37 am
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Thanks to Channel 4 showing *live cricket*, I was able to see Joe Root get a century in his hundredth Test. It was a joy to watch. So unfortunate that Sibley, playing so well, was out at the last minute. India are a better side than Sri Lanka, so I wasn’t expecting such a good day.
Talksport had the rights to ball by ball commentary for this match but after much fiddling with the radio, I could only find people droning on about football. Any advice?
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Although I get up very early, it’s usually lunchtime in Sri Lanka by the time I start following the cricket. Earlier, James Anderson’s figures were 3 – 6 off eight overs. The man is amazing.
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I can’t make my usual complaint that it always rains wherever cricket is on and never here, because we did have some rain here overnight, at last. Watching the highlights of Pakistan’s first innings I really enjoyed seeing Babar Azam bat. What a stylish player! As is the Irish batsman (I can’t get my head around ‘batter’), Campher, whom we saw in that one day series. I’m all for batting that is a pleasure to watch. Steve Smith may get a lot of runs but I can hardly bear to watch him fidgeting about.

Query. Why is Woakes appreciated so much more by various overseas commentators than he is by his own captain? His bowling is so accurate, time after time.

The Edge

Aug. 4th, 2020 01:55 pm
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Yesterday evening, I watched The Edge, a short film about the England cricket team’s recovery under Andy Flower to become the number one team in the world. It was slightly gimmicky: archive footage mixed with present-day interviews, strangely intercut with reconstructions of mental breakdown (KP and Jonathan Trott) and shots of Jimmy Anderson running on a beach. A must for cricket fans, though, and left me with an increased admiration for anyone who plays Test cricket.

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Let’s hope we get a full day’s cricket today. I was really annoyed on Thursday that it rained at the Aegeas Bowl thirty miles away but not here. Yesterday, we were living in gloom here and it rained (far too gently) all afternoon, yet not at Southampton. Cricket is so strange without a crowd watching.

Has anyone else been watching Old Wimbledon? I’ve seen some of the evening programmes and found them quite fun. I don’t think it’s just nostalgia that makes me think tennis was more entertaining (especially the women’s game) when they played with wooden rackets and skill was more important than power.
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I’ve started watching The Test on Amazon Prime. It’s about the reconstruction of the Australian cricket team after the ball tampering scandal. I imagined it was a single documentary but no, it’s a series. The first episode is rather fun for an England fan, as the English team whack the Australians all over the ground and win the ODI series 5-0. Time for more regrouping or, as they kept saying, ‘the process’. I never did work out what on earth this process was supposed to be and it seemed a meaningless buzzword to me.

We move on in the second episode to the Test series against Pakistan, which was played in the UAE because of security issues in Pakistan. This was dismal to watch because the stadium was almost empty. What is the point? The atmosphere at Edgbaston or the WACA is part of the match.

That’s as far as I’ve got. If you like cricket, it’s worth watching (and may be your only chance of watching any cricket this summer) but give it a miss if a lot of swearing offends you. New head coach Justin Langer is the culprit.
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Mike Atherton begins his cricket column in The Times today:
Now who will stand on either hand,
And keep the bridge with me?’


If he can quote Macaulay, I can quote Sir Henry Newbolt:
(Seventy-three) to make and the match to win -

It took one other man, not two, to hold the bridge. Step forward Jack Leach, last man standing and a dogged hero who lasted the course and made it possible for Stokes to win the game so astonishingly; something Stokes himself is keen to point out. How often do you see an England player wiping his glasses before facing all that Australia can throw at him? Atherton sees Stokes as Horatius; to me, he’s a berserker. That Viking chin of his hints at distant warrior ancestors, charging into battle with a red mist before their eyes. I was very hard on Stokes when he was in trouble last year; drunken violence is not the example you want an England cricketer to set to the young. I forgive him now for his sheer, determined heroism. I see him going over the top, insanely brave and inspiring others.

Some of the papers opine that England was ‘glowing’ yesterday, after record-breaking temperatures (not that bad here, fortunately) and an apparently miraculous Test victory. This particular English person was a complete wreck by half past four. The afternoon veered unbearably between hope and despair and as the number of runs required got into single figures, the tension was almost intolerable. What a day to have been at Headingley!

If you want to see pictures, from now on you will have to see my Live Journal as putting pictures up here is just too much of a faff for me.
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I was busy and missed the start of today’s match at Headingley. I thought, cynically, ‘I’ll just see if Roy is out yet’ and sure enough he was out, for nine. How many more chances will they give him? I switched off, went downstairs and switched on the radio there and Joe Root was out! I don’t care what Alastair Cook says: I don’t like Root playing at 3. If he’s out cheaply, the opposition think, ‘Whoo hoo! We’ve got their best batsman out already.’ I liked the BBC blog writer’s account of Root’s dismissal, which began, ‘Hello darkness my old friend…’ and went on to say there was 'the sound of silence' over the ground.

Do England expect Jofra Archer to do all the work? I agree with Geoffrey Boycott that they’re in danger of over-bowling him.
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You won’t believe this, friends. This morning, I went to the opticians to collect my new specs with the broken frame replaced. This time the manager (he who did *nothing* last time), dealt with me himself. He tried the specs on me, took them away for adjustment and when he came back, said he was sending them away for completely new frame and lenses. He showed me the problem: one lens had a spider web effect all over it. I could have cried. First, I’m told that the frame broke because of a certain spray they use. Then I’m told that adjusting the frame damaged the lens. He’s going to get them to adjust the frames to my measurements before fitting in the lenses.

When he’d done, I told him, very quietly, that I thought he had not behaved well on my previous visit, leaving his junior to cope on her own. He apologised. Just yesterday, I received a customer satisfaction survey, which I haven’t yet filled in. I hope it gives me scope to say exactly what I think of their service. I went away feeling really down and bought a new T shirt in the White Stuff sale, hoping to cheer myself up. It didn’t work. I don’t usually moan on LJ but this is the giddy limit, as my Mum would have said.
When I eventually get a satisfactory pair, I shall be asking for a discount for my inconvenience.

Cricket starts soon, eek! The sudden, dramatic changes in fortune are what makes Test Cricket the BEST.
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Going well but what happens when we bat?
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Once upon a time, not so very long ago, when Andrew Strauss and Alastair Cook opened the batting for England, I didn’t listen to TMS with my heart in my mouth, waiting for one of them to get himself out in some daft way. How things have changed. I’ll be a bag of nerves when we start batting and much happier when we’re bowling. Joe Root says he’s not worried about England’s batting. He should be. Still, Edgbaston is a great ground for England, rowdy and passionate, so let’s be optimistic. Roll on 11am tomorrow!
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As the sun blazes down here and I shelter indoors from the heat, I'm surprised that bad light has stopped play at Edgbaston, where England and India are playing their first Test Match of the summer.
What do we see? Another England batting collapse. The middle order batsmen think they're the bee's knees and that every ball is there to be hit to the boundary. Idiots! It happens over and over again, yet they never learn. Sam Curran, twenty years' old, a Test novice and selected for his bowling, was 30 not out when play stopped. That's *the highest score of any England batsman in this innings*.
Perhaps brainy Ed Smith, the new England selector, should take a leaf out of Gareth Southgate's book and put together a team of enthusiastic youngsters.

Edit: He made 63.

Yessss!

Dec. 27th, 2017 09:22 am
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Better news from down under today as ‘Alastair Cook made his first Ashes century for almost seven years to lead England's resurgence on day two of the Boxing Day Test in Melbourne.’

Now, can England build on a day’s success? We won’t know until tomorrow.
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Another Test Match tomorrow and England supporters are preparing to suffer. Try this quiz to see how much you know about sledging.
I only got 52%, which shows how polite I am :-)
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A new opening partner for Alastair Cook, that is. Five years they've been at it and the poor chap will retire before they find someone. Oh, for another Trescothick!

This day-night Test format is very confusing. Four o'clock and they keep talking about 'the morning' and 'lunch'. Why?

I love listening to Curtly Ambrose.

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Currently on 180.

Edit: and now he's made 200. In spite of this, the BBC blog is running a 'things more interesting than this match' tweet-in.
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charleslamb
Charles Lamb, photo from The Guardian

I’m very bad at the sort of discursive, rambling writing such a post demands; it’s just not my style. But here goes. My reading lately has been rather sporadic and ‘June Books’ didn’t appear at all. Cricket hasn’t helped. When you don’t want to miss a ball on Test Match Special you need to be doing something compatible with listening and with shouting, ‘Slide, Ben Stokes, slide!’ or ‘Cor blimey, what a shambles!’. I wonder if the neighbours can hear me. These are the books I read in June, four of which did get reviewed.

The Rhyme of the Magpie, Marty Wingate
My Life in Houses, Margaret Forster
Capital Murders, ed. Martin Edwards
A Man of Some Repute, Elizabeth Edmondson
The American Lady (Glassblower Trilogy Book Two), Petra Durst-Benning and Samuel Willcocks.
The Dungeon House, Martin Edwards
The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, Mary Ann Shaffer.

I borrowed Margaret Forster’s book from the library but found I’m more interested in reading about houses than I am in reading about Margaret Forster living in them. Over the years I’ve read many of her novels but, I don’t know why it is, whenever I’ve read anything autobiographical, I’ve found it impossible to warm to her. The American Lady was disappointing after the first Glassblower book; far too much of it was unbelievable. Nevertheless, it ends on such a cliffhanger that I’ll almost certainly read the third book just to find out what happens.

I re-read The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society when I was looking for a ‘nice’ comforting sort of book. It fitted the bill and led me on to
something else )

May books

Jun. 1st, 2015 11:11 am
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sweettooth

A short list this month, due to preoccupations with thatching, Test matches, Chelsea Flower Show, thatching …

Sweet Tooth Ian McEwan
The Rose Girls , Victoria Connelly
Crooked Heart , Lissa Evans
The Strangling on the Stage, Simon Brett
Worst. Person. Ever., Douglas Coupland
Here Comes a Chopper, Gladys Mitchell
The Mummy Case, Elizabeth Peters
The Quality of Silence , Rosamund Lupton
Almost English, Charlotte Mandelsen
a few thoughts )
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wilfredeileen

This is Persephone Book 107 and I received my copy from the publisher. It’s unusual for Persephone to reprint a book first published in 1976, whose author is still alive. A little research showed that second hand copies are unaffordable so a reprint makes sense, especially as it’s a book about the effects of the First World War. I was casting around thinking of other books published around the same time. For example, in 1975 Martin Amis published Dead Babies, Malcolm Bradbury The History Man and David Lodge Changing Places. Julian Barnes and Ian McEwen had barely started their glittering careers. These are significant authors of the time. I mention this because the remarkable thing about Wilfred and Eileen is that it reads as if it had been written between the wars. Jonathan Smith was writing a book completely against all current trends, which as an English teacher he must have known. In his Afterword to this edition he mentions his admiration for Siegfried Sassoon’s prose works, especially Memoirs of an Infantry Officer and he has perhaps captured something of Sassoon’s tone in his own writing.

Wilfred and Eileen is a love story based on the lives of real people and it’s an inspiring tale. I was nearly put off the whole book in the first chapter by the tiresome undergraduate chatter of Wilfred and his friends at Trinity, Cambridge but it’s a necessary introduction because Wilfred and Eileen meet at the May Ball. Wilfred is fiercely ambitious, planning to be a famous surgeon. Eileen is rich, bored, and wanting something useful to do with her life. The two fall in love and marry secretly, as both families are against the union. Then comes the war and Wilfred enlists, to Eileen’s distress. He throws himself into military life with the same zeal he previously applied to his medical studies, all the time thinking of Eileen and exchanging letters with her. Then he is shot in the head.

Wilfred isn’t expected to recover but Eileen brings him back from France and gets him into the right hands. Even with the progress he makes, he will never be a doctor. Jonathan Smith says that he now sees the book as more Eileen’s story than Wilfred’s, and I can understand why. Wilfred’s courage and will power lead him to contemplate a different sort of life to the one he planned, but one that will still be worthwhile. He can only do this with Eileen’s help. She’s saved him once and now he will make the most of ‘the life she gave him’. It’s an extraordinary story told in a very matter of fact way.

In this centenary year there are many books out dealing with the First World War. I mentally compared this with the more recent My Dear I Wanted to Tell You which has a similar storyline. Both are well worth reading. I was careful not to read the press release, the Afterword or any reviews before starting Wilfred and Eileen and this made the book all the more surprising. If you look up Jonathan Smith, you find him an interesting person: an inspiring teacher (Dan Stevens was one of his pupils) and also the father of Ed Smith, the cricketer and TMS commentator. What a talented family!

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