Well that all went well, then.
Anyone watching the denouement of the third test in Barbados would be excused for thinking they were watching a repeat. (Well, anyone following England anyway: fans of West Indian cricket would have been justifiably excited by the changes that their new management team of Phil Simmons and Curtly Ambrose have wrought so quickly. Less brittleness in the batting, less indiscipline in the bowling, and in Jermaine Blackwood in particular they appear to have found a batsman who can play in different ways as the occasion demands.) But enough of West Indies…
England made crucial mistakes throughout this series. They all seem to stem from a naturally conservativism that can lead to stifling caution.
Three of them concern selection, and reflect poorly on the current selectors, the management and the captain. In trying to win this test match without a recognised spinner, England set themselves an impossible task. Mooen Ali bowled reasonably well against India last summer, but it was obvious that India’s batsmen really didn’t believe they could win a test series in England. On this tour, Ali’s action appears less fluid, and he has bowled a much larger proportion of dross. He has proved neither capable of ‘keeping one end tight’ or of penetrating and taking wickets. This is not his fault. He is not a first-class bowler. Adil Rashid might be one day, but not if he never plays (although he may always be a second option rather than the go-to-man). And James Tredwell is a doughty campaigner who performed well in the first test. There has been much muttering that the academy at Loughborough, now Andy Flower’s domain, hasn’t produced any spinners worthy of the name, despite its multi-million pound budget.
The second concerns poor old Jonathan Trott. You may have noticed that he retired from international cricket yesterday (although wags might suggest a date some time earlier in the month.) He seems a nice man. But he should never
have been involved. Because he was never going to be the man to open against the two Mitchells this summer.
In a sane world, Adam Lyth would be three tests into his international career. Now he’ll have to wait till the series against New Zealand.
The final example of the curse of conservatism (getting political in this general election week) is the fact that the bowling attack still depends horribly on the form of Jimmy Anderson. We all know he’s England’s record wicket-taker, but he’s also the man who has bowled a fifth more overs than any of his rivals at the top of the rankings, and he can’t go on for ever. And when he doesn’t fire, as he didn’t in the West Indies’ second innings, England look absolutely toothless. Stuart Broad has always been a streaky bowler, capable of summoning up an immense effort of will, but Chris Jordan and Ben Stokes look merely tidy at best. Without much greater variation, they are offering up the international version of military medium pace. And we can be sure that Messrs Warner and Finch in particular will be eyeing that ravenously. Some greater experimentation is needed. Perhaps Liam Plunkett’s greater pace and ‘heavier ball’ might have made a greater impact. (Though it must be said that Jordan is one of the most amazing slip fielders I have ever seen, although he’s not always allowed to field in the cordon.)
The responsibility for these selections lies with three men: James Whittaker, Peter Moores and Alastair Cook. It also lies with a culture that still bears the deep imprint of Andy Flower’s claws. Risk minimisation is at its heart. Steady accumulation is preferred to a more dominating approach; bowling in areas to bowling wicket-taking deliveries; deploying Jos Buttler’s destructive talents at number 8 (not out three times, only 175 balls faced in the entire series) rather than higher up the order…
Briefly, it seemed as if the incoming ECB chairman Colin Graves was about to sweep all this away. Fresh from cleaning the Augean stables at Headingley and creating a winning culture at Yorkshire, Graves was seen as a breath of fresh air. (We can forget about his ill-advised comments about the West Indies being a ‘mediocre side’ for the moment.)
Paul Downton, former wicketkeeper turned stockbroker then MD of the England team was first to go. Then it was announced that we would soon see the appointment of a cricket tsar, solely accountable for the performance of the England men’s XI. Michael Vaughan threw his hat into the ring, as did the Gaffer, Alec Stewart (though Surrey’s less than stellar record during his, well, stewardship might have counted against him. Jason Gillespie was mentioned as the next coach. Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive…
No more. After ‘talks’, Michael Vaughan has suggested that he is no longer interested. Stewart has suggested that the ECB need to decide what the terms of reference are. (After an interview.) Andrew Strauss is the last man standing. And curiously, Andrew Strauss is the last man likely to stand up to the culture of caution that he helped to create. (Gillespie’s much-publicised rejection of the South Australia coaching job seems much more likely to be the prelude to succeed Darren Lehmann with the baggy greens than Peter Moores with the three lions.
Strauss seems a nice man. Very laid back. Not fond of Kevin Pietersen, but then who is these days? He’s a public schoolboy – unlike Vaughan and Stewart – so he’s obviously ‘officer class’, and he’ll fit in well at Lord’s having played there for the best part of a decade. But he’s not going to change anything. Moores and Cook will be allowed to fail again, to the strains of Kipling’s ‘Recessional’. (And Austrailia will be very pleased to help them.)
And once again in England, managerialism and gradualism will occupy the space where leadership should stand.