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Rob Robkey is taking us on a walk around the square, and there’s still a fair bit of standing water about. The middle is worse than the outfield, but it’s not raining anymore, and he reckons that if that stays the case, we might get three hours. In other words, it’s perfectly set up for a burst of pure, uncut SJ Broad.
“I was in southern Spain for my brother’s wedding a few days later,” emails Nick Donovan. “La Vuelta de Espana was passing through our town, so I went down with my Dad to see them pass through – quickly, obviously – while following on Cricinfo.
With the crowd all checking phones for when the cyclists would arrive, the signal dropped with England needing 80 or so (I think). As it was baking hot, and my Dad is an old man, we stopped in an Irish bar to treat ourselves to a Guinness. When I walked in, I assumed it would be over, but England needed 12...”
“You’re right to highlight what an extraordinary achievement it has been from everyone involved to enable us to have test match cricket this summer,” writes Robin Durie.“We owe a particular debt of thanks to the West Indies and to Pakistan for making this possible. They have proven to be two very likeable teams – both led by impressive and decent captains – who have contributed greatly to a pair of enjoyable and often exciting series. Let’s hope the ECB is able to reciprocate in the future, & to support the ongoing development of West Indies and Pakistani test match cricket.”
Amen v’amen.
“Will we be seeing Yasir Shah in this country again?” asks John Starbuck. “Like Lionel Messi, whom he resembles, you can sense an era passing.”
I hope not but I’m not sure – it doesn’t much look like his enthusiasm’s waning. A few days ago, Michael Holding said that one morning, he woke up, looked out of the window and thought nah, don’t fancy it, so retired that day. Yasir will do what’s best for him, and if he stays fit I think he might hang about for another four or five years, especially now that Tests are returning to Pakistan.
“I was on holiday in France with my parents and my (Italian) wife’s family,” recalls James Appleton.“It was the last day and we’d packed up to go to the airport, but our departure was delayed as the English contingent sat out in the garden shouting at TMS – much to the bafflement of my in-laws.”
A parents and parents in-law double-header, goodness me. I think we may have found our person who appreciated Ben Stokes the most.
“Yep, the weather here in Hampshire is filthy,” says Luke Richardson.“One year ago, I was stood with my children in unbelievable heat at Eurodisney, watching the tea-time parade. An hour or two before I’d given up on the OBO but thought I’d sneak a look to see how bad it had been. Hope had done one. I spent the next half-hour barely noticing the amazing floats, or my children, as I frantically kept refreshing before the battery on my phone gave up. ‘You must have enjoyed that parade,’ said my wife noticing my cheerfulness.
When we got home, I could not stop watching the re-runs and even this morning found myself reciting Nasser: “Cut away, cut away for four … what a player … etc and so on”. Atherton’s disbelieving ‘What a shot that is’ for the reverse sweep six also sticks in the memory.”
“I’m sorry but I’m not having it,” chunters Geoff Wignall. “‘... Best television programme that ever was’ indeed. That was Bagpuss. I’m not suggesting this as a suitable rabbit-hole down which to take the OBO. Oh no.”
I was more of a Mr Benn man, but I concede that there’s something compelling about a furry cat that looks like Battenberg.
“A year ago today,” says Tom Rebbitt, “I was outside my daughter’s ballet lesson in Gothenburg lying on the grass in the sun and shouting at TMS to the amusement of the passing Swedes. Especially at Glenn McGrath….”
“At the risk of adding to the 10:30 start chat,” says Chris Lingwood, “why does test cricket start at 11? Especially since we have such horrible trouble with light! Why can’t they just get cracking at 10 or earlier? Think of all the cricket that would have given us over the last few weeks. I’d gladly get up earlier if I was heading to the ground.”
I guess people coming from far away have more time to arrive, and because we have long evenings, we can give the dew time to dry.
“I distinctly remember where I was this time last year,” says Michael Robinson. “Having watched all of the first two days of England getting battered, I went to North Wales to climb and pretend cricket didn’t exist. I was up on the Idwal Slabs above Cwm Ogwen belaying my friend following the OBO (obviously), unsure how I had sufficient signal.
Obviously the pulsating game has me on edge when I maybe should have been concentrating on the climber, but you can’t have it all. I watched as the score crept up, until Leachy was on strike, 1 to draw, 2 to win, then the ropes went tight and I hear “CLIMB WHEN READY”. By the time I’d followed up the route my phone had died and it took my two more hours to find out what had happened. Nightmare.
Incidentally it’s bright in Manchester and I feel that again if they’d hosted the match here we’d be playing sooner rather than later, and would’ve got a full day in yesterday.”
“I took my son to watch the mighty Northants beat Warwickshire at Edgbaston in the T20 Blast on the day of Ben Stokes’ (and Jack Leach’s) heroics,” says Steven Pye. “The oohs and ahhs coming from the concourse below kept us aware of the progress of that last wicket partnership.
The groan and subsequent cheer accompanying Nathan Lyon’s slight fumble will live with me forever. Of course, we were tempted to go and watch the action on the screens below, but being a slightly pathetic cricket fan I told my son that we’d lose if we left our seats. At the end of it all, I have to admit that I did have something in my eye.”
“Wot, no fisticuffs?!” asks Brian Withington.“Whatever happened to a single 10:30am start in a Test battered by the elements? Remarkable. On a more collaborative note, for some reason your preamble had me reaching for this.”
Bill Sykes is up there with my most terrifying villains of all-time.
“We’d gone down to see my parents who don’t have Sky,” tweets Miranda Jollie, “assuming nothing much was going to happen, ended up huddled with my husband and dad around TMS in the garden, while my mum supplied beer and ice cream.”
I like beer and ice cream.
Athers and Wardy – yes, we’re on nickname terms – are discussing the absence of a crowd. And it’s important that, when reflecting on how much we’ve enjoyed a summer we didn’t think we were getting, we don’t forget that sport is not a television programme – though it is the best television programme that ever was.
Where were we all? I was extremely stressed, sat in an editing suite with a fantastic and heroic editor, who did not have the slightest interest in the cricket I was sneakily watching on his blind side.
And Oliver has the same idea.“It’s a year since Jack Leach’s match winning 1*,” he says. “Might I suggest, given the rain, that we spend an hour reliving it on the OBO?”
“The outfield is absolutely a bog,” says Ian Ward, before referring us directly to Headingley a year ago today.
Sight for sore eyes:
A closer inspection of the progress of the redeveloped Compton and Edrich stands.#LoveLordspic.twitter.com/jG7L0TxA9H
“You did miss someone,” emails Mark Hooper.“Thank you OBO staffers for making us laugh and argue over obscure facts and occasionally make us feel like we have something in our eye.”
Your pleasure is our pleasure.
Not great news, I’m afraid: the Rose Bowl is wet, and likely to remain thus for the morning session. There is, though, a reasonable prospect of cricket this afternoon, potentially for long enough for England to force a win, and at the very least for James Anderson to hit 600. In the meantime, stick with me here and while away away the hours, conferring with the flowers, consultin’ with the rain. And our heads we’ll be scratchin’ while our thoughts are busy hatchin’, while we’re waiting for some play.
Round these parts, we spend quite a lot of time talking about how much we love this thing of ours that we love so much: why we love it, how we love it, what that love means. That loving it is really part of loving ourselves, however strange and unpalatable that sometimes feels. To each other at least, we are wholly known.
Well, we are now, because “all this” has shown us an entirely different aspect to everything we thought was true: you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone ... and come back. Over the course of this Test-match summer, we’ve been part of two wonderful series played by three wonderful teams ... and yet it’s not really that is it, rather the simple knowledge that our friend, our teacher and our love is there with us and for us, caring for us, sustaining us and detaining us precisely when we’ve needed it most.
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