Rouse has grounds for enjoying feast (3 July 1999)
Batsmen are the darlings of committees, seam bowlers are cricket's labourers
03-Jul-1999
3 July 1999
Rouse has grounds for enjoying feast
Simon Hughes
Batsmen are the darlings of committees, seam bowlers are
cricket's labourers. Steve Rouse has rewritten that old adage at
Edgbaston. In the past two days 31 wickets have fallen for 462,
20 caught behind the wicket, not forgetting about 239 streaky
edges and swishes at thin air. Channel 4's snickometer was in
danger of overheating.
Two opening batsmen in the match have managed one run between
them in four innings occupying a mere 10 balls. They came
brandishing a slim branch of willow. They needed the whole trunk.
In a clammy atmosphere, the ball swung so prodigiously the speed
gun could not keep track of it, and bounced extravagantly. Some
of the replays were better watched from behind the sofa. The
pitch, not the one originally planned for this match, started
tacky and a lush green outfield maintained a shine on the ball
like patent leather. You could have got wickets with an orange.
Well what else would you expect from a groundsman - Rouse - who
ploughed nobly into the wind on featherbeds here for Warwickshire
throughout the Seventies.
The quickies resembled pigs with their snouts in the trough.
These were the conditions of their dreams. They were assisted by
batsmen whose feet remained stuck in treacle yet who seemed
magnetically attracted to anything wide. Not one of either side's
top six managed 30. Rouse himself commented at tea that perhaps
some players could have got a shade further forward in defence
but there was a twinkle in his eye.
In fact the most effective batsmen were tail-enders content to
sniff or biff. Having smelled the leather a couple of times as
good-length deliveries grazed his nose, Andrew Caddick adopted a
forthright approach and struck England's first boundaries for two
hours. Alex Tudor followed suit. They more than doubled the score
and, having put on 70, would have found it hard to resist
returning to the dressing room to say: "What were you lot doing
out there? I was playing it with a stick of rhubarb." The
uncomplicated hitting of Simon Doull sent the same message to the
New Zealand team.
This has been a dramatic return for Caddick, a man so mistrusted
by the previous regime. Rightly entrusted with the new ball in
the first innings, he took a while to find his ample feet but,
once he did, he was irresistible, with eight for 89 in the match
and a doughty innings that became England's highest score.
For a man who tended, on England tours of the distant past, to
look up the New Zealand score before anything else, it is
reassuring that he has reserved his best England performance for
his old compatriots. Chris Cairns kept him out of New Zealand
junior sides when he was a teenager. He certainly had a point to
prove.
Rouse was obliged to change the original Test pitch because
fielders accidentally damaged it during the World Cup semi-final
two weeks ago. Test wickets are usually tended and manicured for
three months. This one had two weeks. Amid the heavy rain of this
week, Rouse did the best he could, but felt it needed another
four days of preparation. Caddick must have felt he had died and
gone to heaven.
Alec Stewart, meanwhile, will think he is in one of those torture
chambers where the fruit on the tree shrivels up as soon as he
touches it. The deposed captain has had a wretched week,
culminating in two ducks and two costly dropped catches here, on
a ground where, two years ago, he was a hero after hitting the
winning runs against Australia. But gaffers don't become duffers
overnight and he will serve England well again.
England's chances now rest on doggedness, self-belief and luck.
They have the men to make 204 to win and they have the time. Oh
ye citizens have faith. And admire the England players'
shrewdness. Having had their pay rise requests recently rebuffed
by the England and Wales Cricket Board, they have taken craftier
measures: cram the work into less hours.
Source :: The Electronic Telegraph