Thursday, 23 June 2016

Extra Jelly, Please

Hi everyone!

Every Cloud does indeed have a Silver Lining ... ...

And Sussex’s relegation to Division 2 at the end of Season 2015 means that we get to play Kent at The Nevill, Tunbridge Wells.
As - when I was a lad - we always used to in the days when the County Championship was only one Division.


 The Nevill, Tunbridge Wells
The iconic marquees on the Tennis Club side of the ground

I'd like to take you back to a Kent v Sussex game some 65 years ago ... ...
In fact, exactly 65 years ago today: 23 June 1951

On that gloriously sunny Saturday long, long ago the local derby had attracted a big crowd, including Fred and Isabel who were sitting high up in the old wooden stand that used to be to the left of the sightscreen as you look towards the pavilion.


New Stand (left of sightscreen) & Pavilion

They’d only decided to come to the game as late as just before 10 o’clock on the Friday evening when having a drink together in the saloon bar of The Queen’s Head in Rye.

Confirmation – not that confirmation is ever needed – that so many of Life’s biggest  and best decisions are taken in bars!

Isabel was up early on the Saturday morning.
By 8 o’clock she was at the Bakers in Landgate to buy bread for the sandwiches.

Then it was off to the Butchers.

“Morning, Jack. Two of your best pork pies, please.”

“You like them with jelly, don’t you Isabel?”

Isabel smiled.
She and Fred had long known that a pork pie without jelly is like love without sex.

“Extra jelly, please, Jack!!”

Was there time for a visit to the Greengrocers?
Well, perhaps there was, for a Cricket Picnic always welcomes the Healthy Option:
Onions for the Bhajis;
Vegetables for the Samosas: and
Tomatoes – out of politeness!

By a little after 9.15 Fred & Isabel were driving up Rye Hill and through Peasmarsh.
In Beckley, they took the shortcut along Whitebread Lane and crossed the River Rother at Newenden.




Then it was on through those quintessential villages of the Kent-Sussex border, the Hursts: Sandhurst, Hawkhurst, Ticehurst and Wadhurst.

They parked in Forest Road, high above the ground, and walked down Warwick Park to take their seats.

The players were gently warming up on the outfield.

A young Kent player took the eye. Though rotund in build and only 18 years old, the rumour was that he was a Special Player.

And the rumour was right for Colin Cowdrey would be the first cricketer to play over 100 Tests, including 27 as England Captain, and become President of the MCC.

Not to mention playing tennis-ball cricket with Dianne’s best friend’s husband, Nick Wilcox, in his back garden; just round the corner from Merryfield!

But it was Sussex who were much the stronger side.
They would win the match by an Innings and 94 runs.

It was their batting line up that made Sussex such a force to be reckoned with.

That day of the four highest-ever scorers for Sussex, three were playing.

The brothers Jim and John Langridge batted at 1 and 4.


 

The Langridge Brothers: John & Jim

Jim, only the 3rd professional ever to captain a County team, was 4th on the list with 28,894 runs.

John was 1st on the list with 34,150 runs. He scored a century that Saturday, just 1 of the 70 he scored; more than anyone else never to play Test Cricket.

But the day belonged to a young Sussex player.

It was only on the Thursday that he had received permission from his RAF Station Commander to play.

By the end of his career he would be 3rd on the list with 29,138 runs for Sussex.
Not to mention 1,087 catches and 94 stumpings.
And 46 caps for England.
And twice becoming President of Sussex.
And having the Bar in the Pavilion at Hove named after him!

He was the son and nephew of two former Sussex players: Jim (the only man ever to make 3,000 runs and take a 100 wickets in one season) and Harry Parks (8th on the list with 21,692 runs).


Jim (Senior) & Harry Parks

The young player was called James Michael Parks. 
He was already known as Young Jim; just as he is 65 years later.



Young Jim at the Nevill: 23 June 1951

The Kent wicket keeper is Group Captain Maurice Fenner

As he always tried to, Jim started to score quickly.
When Jim got to 50, entirely out of the blue  - and just as she so, so much hoped that one day he would do  - Fred asked Isabel if she would like to marry him; as long as Jim got a century that day.

“I’ll make you the happiest man in the world, Fred”

Twice dropped in the 70’s, Jim became marooned in the Nervous 90’s.

And so it came – as it so often seems to in Lord Ric’s Blogs – to the very last ball of the day.
Jim was on 97, needing 3 or more to reach his century.

As the Kent bowler ran in from the Railway End, Isabel had never heard of Neil Armstrong and had no idea that within less than 20 years men would walk on the Moon.

But once they had, she would always say that as the bowler reached the wicket her heart was beating faster than Neil Armstrong’s when he took one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.

The ball was fairly full; pitching on middle, middle and leg …

                                                           
30 Years Later


Time indeed flies like an arrow.

And 30 years later in the Spring of 1981 a Stroke left Fred with very little sight.
His mind – which had been able to instantly spot ‘cant & tosh’ at a 100 paces – was left with only a sporadic memory of Times Past.

That year -  for the first Season since before World War 2  - there would be no visit to Hove to watch his beloved Sussex.

But Isabel would read Fred the cricket reports from the morning paper.

And in what was the year of Botham’s Ashes, they would sit together to listen to the England v Australia Tests on the wireless.


One Saturday morning  - on my way to play cricket for The Borderers  - I called in to see them both.

As it usually was, the front door was on the latch.

I gently pushed it open; and stood outside the lounge.

The wireless was on and Ian Botham was batting.

I heard the commentator say Botham had hit the great Aussie fast bowler Dennis Lillee for 4.


 Lillee & Botham: Exchanging Pleasantries!

Fred & Isabel were talking about the cricketers they’d loved over the decades.

I heard Isabel say:“Fred, do you remember the day we saw Young Jim at the Nevill?”

She began to tell the tale.
Of  deciding to go to the game whilst they were in the pub on the Friday evening.
Of walking to Landgate for the picnic.
Of taking their seats in the stand.

“ And Young Jim. How well he played. He’s always been my Favourite Player.”

“Oh, Fred, I was so excited when you asked me to marry you.”

Isabel told how Jim was dropped in the 70’s and became marooned in the Nervous 90’s.

“It came to the very last ball of the day, Fred. Jim needed 3 more runs for his century.

I was so nervous. My heart was beating faster than Neil Armstrong’s when he walked on the moon!”

“Do you remember what Young Jim did, Fred?”


How long did Fred take to answer?

Listening outside the lounge, it seemed to me liked minutes.
How much longer must it have felt for Isabel to wait for her husband to reply?

“Jim hit it for 4, Is. Into the marquees.
That’s what he did.”

“He did, Fred. He did”


For some Days at the Cricket are never to be forgotten.

……….

I can’t promise you that this year’s game at the Nevill will go to the very last ball of the day.
(Though when I come to write the Blog, it surely will have done!!!)

Nor that you will be proposed to.
(Though if your name is Emma… well, you might well be in luck; #JustHopeSo!!!)

But I'd love you to come along with me to The Nevill this year

*** Sunday 17th, Monday 18th & Tuesday 19th July ***

After all …
Why read a Lord Ric Cricket Blog, when you can be in one. ©

See you soon!!

Lord Ric of Beckley Furnace


Follow me on Twitter: LordRic52


PS

If you are thinking of bringing the Pork Pies … 

Like Mum & Dad, I love my Pork Pies with 
Extra Jelly, Please

But you knew that already, didn’t you!!!






Tuesday, 7 June 2016

A World View: 1952 to 2016

Hi everyone!

Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I’m 64?
Lennon & McCartney

21 June 1952 to 21 June 2016: Still wondering if I’ll ever grow up !!
Lord Ric of Beckley Furnace


Season 2016 has made a good start ...




Relegation at the end of last season to Division 2 of the County Championship has meant that compared to the last few years Sussex are playing some different counties.
So far I have seen Essex, Leicestershire & Derbyshire at Hove.

And as part of my Season 2016 Resolutions to visit some grounds I haven’t been to before, I have made my First Ever Visit to Worcester.

John Squire accompanied me on the train from Paddington.
Once you get beyond Reading and more especially Didcot, it is a lovely journey which wends its way through Oxford (other – much better – Universities are available!) and on through the Cotswolds.
A 10 minutes’ walk and you cross the Severn and are in the ground.

Worcester has a reputation as a very pretty ground.
And as long as you look in the right directions, that is definitely the case.

The view from the Pavilion is wonderful:


John & I were lucky to be invited in to the Pavilion by a couple of Old Boys whom we sat next to who were friends from Primary School and had seen their first game together way back in 1947.

The following season in 1948 they saw the Invincibles: the Aussie team over for the Ashes.
They were there when  Don Bradman played at Worcester. The Don scored a century, as he always does in all the stories that I’ve ever heard from those lucky enough to see him play!

Funnily enough, the other great view is from the Premier Inn:



I popped in for 15 Minutes R&R; just as Mrs (Lady Jane) Kartupelis always asks me to!
#JustFantasising, Jane!!!

There has been time for the first T20 night game at Hove.


Sussex scored a very creditable 222 for 3, with captain Luke Wright hitting a rapid 83 and Chris Nash a majestic 112.
But the highlight was Tymal Mills roaring down the hill from the Cromwell Road end to bowl Chris Gayle, the West Indian superstar playing for Somerset, for a paltry 5.
Sussex won comfortably by 48 runs.

And just last Sunday it was off to Beckenham, just a couple of stations from Bickley, for my annual visit.
I was delighted to be joined by Lady Jane & Rocket Ron.


Kent v Surrey in the RL50. What a game it was....

Surrey scored steadily to reach 255 for 8 in their 50 overs, with Kumar Sangakarra top scoring with 58.

Kent set off well, but when 111 for 1 became 116 for 5 and 147 for 6, Duckworth –Lewis was predicting a straightforward win for Surrey.

But cricket isn’t anywhere near so predictable …
Sam Northeast helped add 72 with Alex Blake. The result was in the balance when James Tredwell was run out from the fourth ball of the final over, bowled by Tom Curran.
 Blake, who recently ended a Championship game with three successive sixes, kept his nerve with a Big 6 over midwicket to seal victory off the penultimate ball.


Looking ahead, it is a demanding schedule over the next few weeks.

There is the Test Match v Sri Lanka at Lords, games at the Ageas Bowl and Arundel and plenty of days at Hove.

On 12 July I am watching cricket at Windsor Castle with the Duke of Edinburgh; Honestly!
Just the one question to ask Phil the Greek. It’s the one Ronald Reagan asked:
Love the Castle, Sir, but why did you build it so near Heathrow Airport!

And then on Sunday 17 July it is off to the Nevill, Tunbridge Wells for Kent v Sussex.

This year it is 65 years since a famous game.
My blog Extra Jelly, Please will be out on Thursday 23rd June to celebrate one of the greatest days of cricket there’s ever been ….


Why not in ink the date into your diary to come and watch with me ?

After all ….
Why read a Lord Ric Cricket Blog, when you can be in one. ©

See you soon !!

Lord Ric of Beckley Furnace

Follow me on Twitter: LordRic52


PS
The Lennon & McCartney song goes on to say:
If I’d been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door?
Reminds me of the time - just last week - that after a T20 game I got back to Merryfield at about midnight to discover that Lady Piper had bolted the front door …

PPS
OK: There is Dianne’s side to the story … … !!!!

Wednesday, 3 February 2016

Footfalls echo in the memory

Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the Rose Garden

Four Quartets, TS Eliot

I had taken a cup of tea up to Dianne, given Lottie her breakfast biscuits and so – as Sunday morning tradition dictates – by 9 o’clock I was sitting down to watch the Andrew Marr Show on BBC1.

Marr introduced the theme for day – fairness in business taxation – the upcoming guests and the newspaper reviewers. 

He handed over to the newsreader. 
“We are just getting reports that the broadcaster Sir Terry Wogan has died after a short battle with cancer.”

 Image result for terry wogan

Like most people in their (early!!) 60s, Wogan’s voice has been a constant for me. Someone I listened to regularly on BBC Radio 2 on his Breakfast Show and in more recent years on his Sunday morning show.
The annual Children In Need and Eurovision shows, Blankety Blank, Auntie’s Bloomers and many others.
And, of course, his eponymous chat show. Who could forget the Drunk: George Best, the Monosyllabic: Anne Bancroft and the Self-Proclaimed Son of God: David Icke.

By 10 o’clock I had turned to Radio 2 where Mark Goodier and then Richard Madeley did an excellent job remembering Sir Terry.
The tributes soon started to come in. From Prime Ministers, the BBC Director General & the Controller of BBC Radio, musicians and the listeners, the TOGS.

There was the proof – not that it was needed – that Wogan was a Big Beast of the Entertainment World: Michael Grade himself, son of Leslie and nephew of Bernard Delfont and a former DG, did a live tribute. The ultimate accolade!!

On Twitter there were messages from fellow DJs, including Tony Blackburn and then from Noel Edmonds:
He mastered broadcastings greatest challenge-to be admired and respected by public and peers alike- a true master has gone

As the morning became lunchtime and then early afternoon there was a tribute I was especially looking out for. At just before 3 o’clock there it was … One from Chris Tarrant.
I had always sensed that Tarrant & Wogan were friends. But when you are very, very good at what you do, how do you come to terms with someone who is always that bit better?
On the day that Andy Murray lost his fourth Australian Open Final to Novak Djokovic, Tarrant’s tweet explained exactly:
"Even though we had competing breakfast shows for many years, he was always incredibly kind to me: but of course he was kind to everybody... unfailingly funny on and off the screen - just a lovely, warm, witty man. 
He had a unique radio presence that never came from a podium, rather a comfortable fireside armchair. He was the finest broadcaster of my lifetime.
Simply the best.” 

On Monday morning the obituaries and comment pieces were fulsome:  
“the most popular and best-loved broadcaster in Britain for more than three decades”
“in person he was a generous host, thoughtful, kindly, and good company”

The conundrum of Wogan’s hair was left undecided!!
Quentin Letts in the Daily Mail wrote, “Some said he wore a toupee, but it never looked like one to me”, whilst the Telegraph obituary stated he “owned five wigs.”

However, there was one  Life Event that was barely mentioned, perhaps just hinted at by Matt Baker on BBC1's The One Show tribute.

On New Years Day 2012 Wogan was the castaway on Desert Island Discs, his third time on the programme.

Tolstoy’s War and Peace was the book.
Bottles (“a full bar”), pen & paper the luxury item.
There were eight well-chosen records:  from Sinatra to Carly Simon by way of Gretchen Peters, Jimmy Durante and Placido Domingo, each with a fond memory to tell.
The "If you had to choose just one one record" was That’ll Do by Peter Gabriel.

Kirsty Young took Wogan through his Life. 
Wogan was a well-practised, accomplished raconteur of the so familiar stories from the chat shows, of growing up the son of a grocer in Limerick and meeting his wife Helen.

But it was when Kirsty  asked about Wogan’s Faith that we moved into much less familiar, much darker territory

The death of his first child, Vanessa, at the age of just three weeks in 1966 hardened his views.

While his wife sought refuge in her religion, Sir Terry said that the tragedy made him part company with his Faith:
“I wouldn’t say it was the only moment but it was a cumulative factor.
You think this isn’t fair. But of course it happens to people all of the time, not just you, and you shouldn’t be so silly. But yes, that did leave its mark.”

Wogan explained how the little girl’s death had made him realise how central family was: “The only important thing in Life.”

How many of us are hit by dreadful, perhaps truly dreadful  Life Events?
Over the course of a long life, I suspect virtually all of us …

They can be beyond explanation.
And perhaps they should be.

Some years ago a friend of mine told me that we should all treat Life as a never ending exam.
Never query the examiner’s questions.
Don’t rail that they weren’t what you had prepared for or wanted.

Just always answer the questions you are asked.

I cannot but believe that through his daughter’s death Sir Terry was motivated to do his wonderful fundraising for Children In Need, being a major part in encouraging so many people to donate hundreds of millions of pounds and for thousands and thousands of children to be helped.
The Chairwoman of Children In Need said:
"Most people know him as the face of Children in Need, but he's the heart of the charity and has been for 35 years.
His legacy lives on... in all of the millions of disadvantaged children whose lives he has changed."

Sir Terry, I am sure, thought regularly about his daughter Vanessa.

For him:

Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the Rose Garden

As Sir Terry moved from this world to the next I truly hope that Vanessa was there to meet him in the Rose Garden .

Image result for terry wogan pudsey

RIP, Sir Terry


Ric

I hope you will allow me a PS.

The Times’ obituary noted:

Radio Eireann was looking for announcers and newsreaders.
Wogan was one of 10,000 applicants.
He smooth-talked his way through the interview, pretending to a facility with foreign languages he did not possess, and was offered a place on the station’s training course.

A few months ago a colleague & friend asked me if I would give a reference for a job she was applying for.

Of course, I said, I’d be pleased to!

There’s just one thing, Ric. My CV says I have Conversational Spanish. But I can’t really say anything in Spanish very much beyond:  Dos Cervezas, por favor.

Don’t worry. My younger daughter really does have A Level Spanish & always says she reads El Pais regularly. She can’t even order the beers!!

Just as Terry did with Radio Eireann all those years ago, my friend applied … and got the job.

It just shows… it always pays to Give It A Go !!




Friday, 4 December 2015

Of Music & Magic

There’s Music in the names I used to know
And Magic when I heard them long ago

The Names, Thomas Moult

Hi everyone!

The fixtures for Season 2016 were published a couple of days ago.




And in January I’ll be issuing a long list of games I plan to go to.

As always, I hope to see plenty of you throughout the Season: 
Championship matches (sadly Division 2 for Sussex this season),  t20s & RL50s.

Lots of days and evening games at Hove; Never in Doubt.
The regular trips to the Ageas Bowl at Southamption, Arundel, Beckenham, Lords and the Oval.
Though no Horsham this year, as Sussex couldn’t find a sponsor.

But there was one fixture I was especially looking out for.

Mrs Lambourne – known throughout the cricketing world for Mrs Lambourne’s Luxury Cricket Picnics – got there first. 
And was quick to text me with the Good News !

I go to the ground every year.

There’s always Music & Magic for me.

Where there are Old Friends  - those who still live close by and those who live on the other side of the world, but still make the  Pilgrimage back to the Wells - to meet up and remember the Good Old Days.
Of playing cricket at School and for the Borderers. And Upper Banner Farm Cricket Club.
And thoughts of those whose innings have ended far too soon

It was the ground where (I want to remember) I saw my first game, way back on Saturday 7 June 1958.
And my first limited overs game on Wednesday 22 May 1964.

This coming Season on Sunday to Wednesday 17 to 20 July the same two counties will be playing as in 1958 and 1964.

It is Kent v Sussex in the Championship at the Nevill, Tunbridge Wells.




Why not in ink the date into your diary to come and watch with me ?

After all ….
Why read a Lord Ric Cricket Blog, when you can be in one. ©

See you soon !!

Lord Ric of Beckley Furnace

Follow me on Twitter: LordRic52


PS

Too early for you to make Diary Dates for July 2016?

No problem at all  !

65 Seasons ago Kent were playing Sussex at the Nevill: Saturday 23 June 1951.
(No: I wasn’t there as  a teenager watching from the Railway End !!!!).

Of the three key protagonists that day long, long ago, the first  - a 19 year old doing National Service in the RAF  - only received permission to play from his Station Commander late on the Thursday afternoon.



Though it famously required a  last ball of the day  - one bounce 4 through midwicket - into the iconic marquees on the tennis court side of the ground, he got a century that Saturday.
And  seven years later  - already my Favourite Player, just as he is almost 60 Seasons later - I was there as a five year old to see him hit another century.
(To save you looking up Cricinfo: at the Gillette Cup match in 1963 he scored a rapid 59 before being run out by Les Lenham)

Who knows, now well into his 80’s, he may be at the match this year.




And if Sussex are short of runs from their middle order.... well, he might even be playing !!

And the other two protagonists?

Well, it was as late as just after quarter to ten on the Friday evening in the saloon bar of The Queen’s Head in Rye before they heard of the game and decided to come along.




(Of course, the Pipers have always known that the biggest & best decisions are taken in bars !!)

It was to prove one of the Never To Be Forgotten days of cricket … …

One I know that I will still be telling the story of all the (hopefully many) days of  the rest my Life.

 *** If you can, I’d really love you come along with me to watch Kent v Sussex at the Nevill … …