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Anachronistic cricket: 'The only signs of activity were in boxes annexed by proud parents'
2001
Overview
WHILE OTHER SCHOOLS scrabble around for pitches upon which to play cricket, Eton and Harrow are in the habit of playing their annual contest at Lord's. This tradition is so long entrenched - no fixture has a longer history at Lord's - that it has become an immutable part of the cricket calendar. The only threat to it being the election of a socialist government. This particular spectator had been attracted not only by the chance to watch FPP McN Boyd open the Eton bowling and England of Eton (what an impressive name to have on your card - England: Eton, Oxon, The Bar. Says it all, really) open the batting but in the hope of watching Denis Compton's grandson bat for Harrow. An 18-year-old South African, he will play for Middlesex seconds when school's out, where he will join Len Hutton's grandson Ben. In his Times obituary, [Simon Raven] was described as being the best cricket writer of the last century and in Shadows on the Grass ('the filthiest book I have read' said EW Swanton) he proves the point. There are wonderful accounts of matches played all around the world, of Peter May batting, of William Rees Mogg - how times change - being lauded for his wisdom and foresight. Even more surprising is that the unlikely hero of the book is Jim Prior. It is he who reminds Raven that cricket is a sentimental game and anyone who plays or loves it is not without sentiment.
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Guardian News & Media Limited
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