David Lloyd - Facing up to the England challenge with pride and
joy
BY STEVE YARNELL
EVERY upbeat word he utters is music to the ears of the
depressed cricket followers of England. "I`ve got flipping lions
roaring off my chest, me," says David Lloyd, barely
containing his enthusiasm. "Them and red roses. Lancashire and
England - that`s me. When your country wants you, you jump at
the opportunity. There`s no thinking about it."
The new England coach was speaking in that familiar, engaging
Accrington accent in the unlikely setting of the Wexford Court
Hotel in Jamaica`s Montego Bay, venue of Lancashire`s preseason tour. Breakfast with, appropriately, Michael Atherton on
Friday had been interrupted by a phone call from A C Smith
offering him the job, the first of many from England that day
for the besieged hotel operator to deal with.
All callers wanted to speak to the man who, when arriving as a
teenager in the mid-sixties at the `dogs home` - Lancashire`s
dressing room for uncapped players - was quickly dubbed `Bumble`,
not because he was always buzzing around but because of his
alleged likeness to the Michael Bentine puppets, the Bumblies.
They all had very big noses.
"They`ve all been on. All the big cricket writers. I even had a
call from the Press Association of Puerto Rico. Trouble is,
it`s hard to ring `em back from here," said Lloyd, feeling guilty
that he could not maintain his refreshing custom of always
returning calls. "My club have been the prime movers in all
this. The TCCB had to approach them first, not me. They are
very supportive employers who realise that counties must support
the national team. Lancashire are as thrilled for me as I am
to get the job."
And there lies the rub. Lloyd, 49, may ooze passion for
cricket and revel in self-deprecating humour, but he has never
let his excitement cloud his judgment in a wide ranging postplaying career that is notable for its shrewdness and commercial
sense. He negotiated with Lancashire, for instance, when he
became their coach to continue broadcasting on Test Match
Special for three matches each summer, to maintain his public
profile and advertise his successful after dinner speaking.
I`ll also give them a kick up the arse when they deserve it. I
may always be smiling but sometimes it`s the smile of an assassin
Now, after John Emburey`s withdrawal from the England running
because of worries over long-term security, Lloyd has managed
to negotiate himself into a position where he cannot lose, even
though the new England coach`s job only offers a five-month
contract and 25,000. If things do not work out he will return
to Old Trafford. In football parlance, he is on loan to
England.
"The contract is not a problem. I`ve always worked at
Lancashire without one," he says. "I would hope we would have
some sort of continuity with England at the end of the season
but that`s up to the Board. In the meantime we`ve got some
cricket to play and I want to beat India and Pakistan 3-0."
But how does he plan to do that? Is English cricket not at its
lowest ebb? "I`m not kidding myself it`s going to be easy," he
says, "Heartaches and ups and downs go with the territory. But
it must be fun. And I must be a caring bloke. It`s up to me to
help the England players achieve their ambitions and that
means help with technique, the mental side of the game,
confidence and emotion. I will be protective of my players and
give them a cuddle from time to time.
"But I`ll also give them a kick up the arse when they deserve
it. I may always be smiling but sometimes it`s the smile of
an assassin!"
An unlikely assassin, perhaps, but one who does not lack
intensity and a short fuse when things do not go right. Graeme
Fowler, who learnt how to open the batting from Lloyd, remembers
a Lancastrian cup defeat at the hands of Northamptonshire in
1981. "We had 10 overs to get their last wicket and Michael
Holding had five of them," said Fowler.
"He can go absolutely mental, and he may have to alter his
attitude slightly in the England dressing room, but it`s
because he cares so much.
"Geoff Cook and Wayne Larkins had already gone to the pub
because they were so sure they`d lose but it came down to the
last over. Bumble had to bowl it and I was the keeper. I
conceded four byes and they won - Bumble just sat on the wicket,
picking at grass for ages and then came back to the dressing
room and disappeared under the table drinking brown ale.
Then he just smashed the bottles against the wall.
"He can go absolutely mental, and he may have to alter his
attitude slightly in the England dressing room, but it`s
because he cares so much. He soon forgets about any blow up and
his passion for the game is incredible."
That all-consuming passion - Lloyd was asked, over dinner in
Zimbabwe this winter while coaching the England under-19s
which political party he supported and he just replied: "None of
them. Apart from my family I`m only interested in cricket." - has
seen him become one of the most innovative coaches in England.
When asked whether he will emulate Bob Woolmer`s `modern`
scientific approach to the job, his answer was simple. "We`ve
been employing many of those methods at Lancashire for
ages."
Fowler, like Lloyd a member of the left-handed Accrington-born
trio, together with Eddie Paynter, to score Test double
hundreds, concurs. "Bumble will bring a lot of new ideas to the
job," he says. "He`s always been one for theories.
They`ll be dieticians, psychologists and probably a lot of
fruit to eat since he`s been introducing a programme on it for
Channel 4!
"And he`s flexible. He taught me to play square on to fast
bowling but then, years later, when I was having a bad patch, I
asked him to help. Straight away he told me to get sideways and
I said `but it was you who told me to get chest on`. He
replied: `Yes, but I`m still learning. You`re always learning.` "
Now Lloyd will be learning at the deep end. Nine Tests in the
Seventies - all his 13 dismissals, curiously, saw him caught - a
blasting from Lillee and Thomson which prematurely ended his
England career and two under-19 tours as coach are hardly
sufficient preparation for the challenges ahead and he may
need protecting from the excesses of the press by Ray Illingworth
and John Barclay if setbacks prompt his manic side to surface
publicly.
"The players just ran out of petrol in South Africa and the
World Cup. I felt for them.
Yet he has the support of the England captain and will be made to
feel at home by the presence of the large English
Lancastrian contingent. A danger, perhaps, of Lancastrian bias?
"No. I`m comfortable with the prospect of being objective
about my own players. I liken it to when I umpired. If the ball
hits the pad and it`s in front your finger goes up. You don`t
worry about being friends with the victim." And can England look
forward to happier times? "We`ve got to go out there and show
people we can play," Lloyd enthuses.
"The players just ran out of petrol in South Africa and the
World Cup. I felt for them. It`s not for me to concentrate on
our system and itineraries, I`ve just got to get everyone
pulling in the same direction. It annoyed me, for instance,
to hear people criticising Lancashire for making Michael
Atherton join us here in Jamaica. Fact is, he`s recharging
his batteries, doing his own training programme and not
getting involved in playing matches. It can only do him good.
"I will be as enthusiastic as any man can be over the next few
months and will be looking to instil confidence. I look at
the success Alex Ferguson has had over the road and I think `I`d
like to be like him.` Fergie and Bill Shankly. They`re the
ones I admire. That Shanks quote about football being more
important than life and death? Well, that`s me and cricket.
But it has not always been a bed of red roses. "I`ve seen
grown men crying in our dressing room when Dominic Cork played
out of his skin to win a cup game for Derby against us, so I
know what it`s all about. You`ve got to enjoy the good
times by remembering how upsetting the bad ones can be. We`re
going to have a look at it this summer and see what we can do."
With a smile.
Source :: Electronic Telegraph (https://www.telegraph.co.uk)