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SAMPLE EDITION SPRING21 2018 THE NightwatchmanTHE WISDEN CRICKET QUARTERLY SAMPLER THE NIGHTWATCHMAN THE NightwatchmanTHE WISDEN CRICKET QUARTERLY Cricket’s past has been enriched by great writing and Wisden is making sure its future ISSUE 21 – SPRING 2018 will be too. The Nightwatchman is a quarterly collection of essays and long-form articles and is available in print and e-book formats. Matt Thacker introduces issue 21 of the Nightwatchman Co-edited by Anjali Doshi and Tanya Aldred, with Matt Thacker as managing editor, The Harry Pearson presents the waggiest fielder of them all Nightwatchman features an array of authors from around the world, writing beautifully and Jon Harvey breathes his brother’s sporting legacy at length about the game and its myriad offshoots. 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It was in his blood. Ingo, you see, was a Standard My first cricketing dog was a West Schnauzer. He was by far the greatest Highland Terrier who came from cricketing dog I have ever played Berwick Hills on Teesside. He had alongside. And there have been many. short legs, several missing teeth and Indeed, during days out with friends a minatory attitude that often ended on the Northumberland coast in the in violence. He answered to Doogie, early years of parenthood we could but his character and his preferred often field an entire XI of them. position of wicket-keeper led my friends and I to nickname him Rodney Ingo’s oldest friend, Stanley, a cavalier in honour of the great Australian King Charles Spaniel, was a patrician stumper. It should be said, however, feature of our team. Like a blue- that though they shared many traits, FOUR SHORT LEGS AND blooded amateur of the Edwardian Rodney Marsh never bit my father’s era, Stanley refused to run or jump. thumb when he tried to take away the A WAGGING TAIL Instead he stood at first slip, a position ham bone he was chewing under our from which he surveyed proceedings dining-room table. Although I don’t Harry Pearson on the dog days of cricket with the barely disguised aristocratic doubt that he would have done had disgust of one who should rightfully the situation arisen. have been sitting in the lap of a People will speak in wonder of the full tilt. He had the stamina to keep perfumed courtesan in a luxurious Doogie’s position behind the stumps outfielding of Derek Randall, Jonty going all day long, his concentration carriage trotting through the streets was less to do with his talents than Rhodes or perhaps even of Colin never wavered. Despite the fact that of a bustling city rather than standing because it afforded him a good view Bland, but by far the greatest cover he couldn’t bowl and had not the in the lashing wind on a northern out of the garden gate, the better for I ever saw was a short, stocky, grey- faintest idea even how to hold a bat, beach. Whenever the ball came near yapping at postmen, door-to-door bearded fellow from County Durham. he was considered by one and all to him, Stanley flinched, not I think from salespeople and anyone else who He rejoiced under the unlikely name of be worth a place in any side for his fear, but from revulsion at its vulgarity. threatened to violate his personal Charlemagne Commondale, but was fielding alone. Stanley did not bring much to the space. Occasionally a delivery would known to teammates simply as Ingo. team playing-wise, but he certainly beat the bat and rebound back onto I had known Ingo since he was a added tone. the stumps off his rump, allowing us to Ingo was so swift across the ground nipper and took a proud paternal mark the wicket down as a stumping. he could be entrusted with patrolling attitude to him. It would be nice to A Border Collie named Jess was the entire off side between point and think that his brilliance as an outfielder another regular in our starting line- In an attempt to interest Doogie more mid off. His lack of height helped was somehow picked up from me. Yet up. Jess was quick and active, yet in the game I once experimented by him to scoop up even the most while it is true I had helped hone his essentially useless, except when the rubbing the ball with a beef-stock firmly struck drive, while his gravity- skills by throwing a powerball against pre-school members of the fielding cube. It worked, rather too well. Prising defying leaps into the air saw him pull an uneven sandstone wall for him to side decided that standing around the meaty cherry from his grasp was off many an outrageous catch. No catch for hours on end during long waiting for the ball was totally boring like trying to get Dennis Lillee to batsman dared chance a second run summer evenings, the fact was that and it would be far more fun to relinquish the ball when he was on a to Commondale; his return – always his talents – the judgment of angles discover what getting washed out to hat-trick against England at the WACA. to the bowler’s end – was swift and and distances, the speed across the sea felt like. At which point Jess would Although to be fair I expect even DK deadly accurate largely because he ground, the unwavering focus and plunge into the waves after them and would have stopped short of burying eschewed throwing the ball in favour unquenchable stamina – were purely drive them back to the shore, barking the ball under a rose bush and snarling of sprinting to the stumps with it genetic. His ancestors, originally from and occasionally snapping at their if Ian Chappell went within a yard of it. THENIGHTWATCHMAN.NET 5 SAMPLER THE NIGHTWATCHMAN My auntie Bertha’s dog Rascal also of boundaries one afternoon simply made a contribution to our games in by lying down and falling asleep at the garden, though mainly by peeing midwicket; Misky the golden Labrador on a length just outside off stump and who contributed little to the cricket then scuffing it up with his powerful but could be relied on at the close back legs, after the style of fellow to howl along semi-melodically to a Yorkshireman Bobby Peel. More than harmonica rendition of Booker T and once the umpires warned him about the MG’s “Soul Limbo”. his behaviour, but since he was a Jack Russell Terrier he took even less notice When it came to actually playing the of them than Peel himself would have game, though, none of them could done. Local knowledge dictated that match Ingo. What a fieldsman he was. the minute Rascal appeared it was Any captain would have wanted him time to bring on the spinner. in their side. Indeed, had it not been for an unfortunate habit of attempting There were others too: Fred the to have sex with spectators during psychotic Lakeland Terrier who play he would certainly have been a refused to wait until victory was multi-million-dollar signing for an IPL sealed before grabbing a stump franchise. And yes, I know what you’re and running off with it; Bungle the thinking, but I reckon we should leave Basset Hound who prevented dozens Shane Warne out of this.