M Atherton: McGrath one of the real greats (18 October 1998 )
THE first ball of the Ashes series I received in 1993 off Merv Hughes, I guided with soft hands, rather well I thought, to third man for four
18-Oct-1998
18 October 1998
M Atherton: McGrath one of the real greats
By ex-England captain Michael Atherton
THE first ball of the Ashes series I received in 1993 off Merv
Hughes, I guided with soft hands, rather well I thought, to third
man for four. As I trotted to the other end I received the normal
torrent of abuse. Referring, I assumed, to my naive and
unsuccessful attempts at Test cricket in 1989, he snarled "Jesus
Christ, you've not got any better in four f*****g years."
Merv, of course, was a sledger par excellence. Not all fast
bowlers go in for it: I have never heard Curtly Ambrose utter one
word to me, apart from the obligatory "Alright skipper" first
thing in the morning. Some would say that I am usually out before
he gets his vocal chords warmed up and, while that was certainly
true last winter, it has not always been so.
No, Curtly's just a quiet sort. I remember some years ago the
journalist David Norrie trying to get an interview with him.
Tentatively, he approached one of Curtly's team-mates to see how
amenable he might be. When Curtly heard about this second-hand
approach he got unusually annoyed and told Norrie in no uncertain
terms that if he wanted an interview he should ask him for it
first hand. Two days later the journalist tried that tact only to
be told "Curtly talks to no-one".
When it comes to sledging, Glenn McGrath is not from the Merv
Hughes school of quick bowling. But he is not from the Ambrose
school either. His body language is as hostile and unwelcoming as
the large tracts of bush in New South Wales he has just bought.
Our first look at him during the 1994-95 series suggested there
was nothing special to come and he was promptly dropped. He
bounced back at Perth during the last match of that series and
played a key part in ending West Indies' long unbeaten run at
home as he established a stranglehold over their star performer
Brian Lara. During the 1997 Ashes summer he was mightily
impressive.
During the fateful summer he dismissed me fairly often. Any
batsman will tell you that going back to face a bowler who has
had success against you is a psychological challenge, and so it
will be for me this time around. His success and therefore my
lack of it, contributed to England's often poor first innings
totals and so to our ultimate defeat.
The first step to solving any problem is to confront it full on.
How did he get me out? Was there a pattern? Were they good balls
or persistent technical failings? Thankfully from my point of
view, I think I am playing far better now than for the previous
12 months - basically stiller and taller than before and more
beside the ball than behind it. Had I been playing that way
against Australia, I am sure I would have done well.
However, it was the excellence of McGrath's bowling which was
able to exploit those weaknesses. Like Angus Fraser, he keeps it
pretty simple: close to the stumps, great accuracy and a
well-directed bouncer. He does not move the ball around that
much, but from that close to the stumps a little is enough.
Fitness permitting that excellence can be taken for granted and
will have to be dealt with - hopefully for the better this time.
All the best teams have new-ball bowlers that hunt in pairs and,
if fit, Jason 'Dizzie' Gillespie will be an equal handful.
Slightly quicker than McGrath, he looks to swing the ball more
but as a result can bowl more bad deliveries. Memories of his
seven wickets at Headingley are warning enough not to
underestimate him.
The confrontation up front will be a key one. The new ball is
especially important in Australia as the bounce tends to be
steeper. And the ball only swings for an hour or so. After that,
on the generally good pitches, the bat can dominate. If the
openers can get through the new ball it gives the middle order -
the fancy dans - more chance of success and, importantly, the
freedom to be aggressive, especially if McGrath and Shane Warne
manage to strangle the game as they did so effectively in England
last time in 1997.
Any Test match opener knows he will have to face plenty of "chin
music". Ambrose and Walsh last winter, Donald and Pollock this
summer and McGrath and Gillespie this winter. Fine fast bowlers
all.
Accuracy, like technique for batsmen, I would take for granted in
a top-class fast bowler. Added to that I reckon they need two or
three things: pace, movement and bounce. The shorter, skiddier
types have to be utterly exceptional like Malcolm Marshall and
even then he had pace and movement aplenty.
Pace sets bowlers apart, it unsettles batsmen. Some play it
better than others and some relish the challenge but no-one
really likes it. A quick look at the all-time wicket-takers list
tells you also that pace wins Test matches. One of the biggest
problems in our domestic games at the moment is the lack of it.
There are only a handful of genuinely quick English bowlers.
Before the first Test of this summer, I had not faced a single
bouncer.
When you ally pace with movement, seam or swing, and bounce that
constantly hits the splice of the bat and has you pegged back
then, as a batsman, you know you are in for a rough ride. That
then is the ideal prototype of a fast bowler: tall, accurate,
quick and clever.
But a great fast bowler has to have more than that and to find it
you have to get beyond the bowler and into the man. Of all the
disciplines in cricket, fast bowling is physically the hardest.
After the Old Trafford Test this year, I saw Allan Donald after
2.5 days in the field. I do not think I have ever seen a more
exhausted-looking cricketer - he had given his all.
And how many times have Walsh and Ambrose delivered, raising
their game to carry West Indies to victory against the odds?
Heart, pride, call it what you will - Ambrose, Donald, Wasim
Akram and McGrath, the four best of my generation, all have it
and would be immeasurably lesser without it.
Source :: Electronic Telegraph (https://www.telegraph.co.uk)