When considering the best player to represent Derbyshire whose name began with the letter C, it is hard to disregard the claims of Sam Cadman, a worthy cricketer and a
coach responsible for the production line of talent through the 1930s. Likewise those of Daryll Cullinan was a very fine batsman but in only one season. That being the case, there are only three real candidates.
Donald Carr was a fine player and captain of the
county for a good part of the 1950s. Though probably just short of the
top drawer as a batsman, Carr’s strokeplay was redolent of the true
surfaces of the public school, rather than the green ones on which he
played much of his cricket. He was also a useful spin bowler, but as a
captain he got the best out of Cliff Gladwin and Les Jackson. Conversely, it could
be said that with two bowlers of such ability, backed up with the likes
of Derek Morgan, Edwin Smith and Harold Rhodes, he had some impressive
resources to call upon. With one more batsman of ability alongside
Carr and Arnold Hamer, we may well have won another championship during
that decade, but it was not to be. Carr captained an England XI in India
too, but highjinks involving an umpire cost him any possibility
of a permanent role.
Second place for me would be Dominic Cork. A man who polarised the fans,
Cork’s combative personality and skills saw him win a good number of
matches but lose a few friends over the years. Like Kim Barnett before
him, Cork’s tenure as Derbyshire skipper saw high profile
departures and a degree of acrimony, but few would argue that he was a player of rare talent.
No one who saw it will forget his innings at Lords against Lancashire,
when an unpromising situation was turned into a winning one by Cork and
Karl Krikken’s late onslaught. I don’t think Cork ever got the credit he
deserved for the remarkable flick to fine leg (from off stump!) that he
played off Wasim Akram in the final over. It was a shot that saw
acclaim rain down on Viv Richards when he played it, and for me was an iconic moment that laid down the gauntlet to our opponents. Whether
you liked or disliked Cork’s public persona,
most sides would be strengthened by his inclusion.
He has become an outstanding commentator on the game since retirement, unafraid to say what others might think.
Spiky and articulate, Cork has been a very good player and will leave a lasting impression on the media.
Yet not quite good enough to take my top spot, which goes to Bill
Copson. The coal miner from Clay Cross suffered periodic bouts of ill
health and injury that truncated several seasons. But when he was fit,
as he was throughout the championship season of 1936, he was deadly.
There were 140 wickets at 13 that summer for Copson, who maintained the
typically Derbyshire ‘grudging’ line and length that he married to rare
hostility. His run was not excessive, but his long arms and 'whippy'
action got considerable leverage.
The tactic for most of the decade was simple. If Bill (and brothers
George and Alf Pope) could make inroads to the early opposition batting,
Tommy Mitchell and Les Townsend would make short work of the lower
order and tail. Over a thousand wickets at just under 19 suggests that
Copson did that a few times over the years.
Indeed, for his first few overs he was perhaps as quick as any
domestically-reared Derbyshire bowler until Harold Rhodes and Alan Ward burst onto the
scene. Les Jackson
was hostile, quicker than he looked, but Copson at full fitness
gained excessive bounce and extravagant movement that destroyed
batting line-ups.
Two examples of his prowess will suffice. Against Surrey at the County
Ground in May 1936, a Derbyshire batting collapse (it has been known…)
left the visitors chasing just 94 to win. At 49-2 they were coasting it
at tea, but afterwards Copson ripped through the batting, taking 7-19 in
14 overs, five of his victims bowled and one lbw. A Derbyshire win by
16 runs looked barely possible, yet arguably served as the catalyst to
the season. The following year he took 8-11 against Warwickshire,
including seven wickets in 23 balls.
I once saw Derbyshire cricket in the period beautifully encapsulated
within a paragraph. I cannot recall the author, but the essence was that
there was a good crowd, a close field, a green wicket and a sense of
expectation as Copson prepared to open the bowling. A shout came
from an excited member of the crowd, the first word pronounced in the
Derbyshire manner, to rhyme with howl and suggest that Copson was set to
eviscerate the opposition.
“Bow-el boogers aht, Bill!”
He often did.
Copson didn't play cricket until he was 17, bowling a batsman with his
first ball, a feat he was to repeat in the first-class game when he
dismissed the England batsman Andrew Sandham of Surrey. On both
occasions the prodigious movement was deemed a fluke, but that ceases to
be the case when you’ve done it a few hundred times.
The excellent Basil Easterbrook, a fine cricket writer, described him thus:
His run up to the wicket was an easy affair and he seemed to
hesitate fractionally before releasing the ball. He looked deceptively
slow through the air, but he could make the ball swing and swerve either
way very late and he also seemed to make the ball gather pace off the
pitch. He either forced the batsman to make a hurried stroke or caught
him totally unprepared. In his heyday he could bring the ball back so
unexpectedly and so viciously that at times he was almost unplayable.
Few men of pace in my lifetime have ever been able to extract so much
out of an easy-paced, even lifeless, pitch.
His back problems, a result of his work down the pit, resulted in an unusual gait, often described as a ‘trudge.’
“Bill, tha bloody walks like Groucho Marx,” said Denis Smith, watching him walk from third man to bowl one day.
“Aye, and sometimes tha bloody bats like him,” replied the bowler, a laconic man, his face deadpan under a shock of red hair.
Nine wickets at Lords and 3-33 at Old Trafford against the 1939 West
Indians suggested that Copson could have become a good international
player, but his only other Test appearance came against South Africa in
1947, when he was 39 and past his prime. Nonetheless, three wickets saw
him far from disgraced. That he headed the bowling averages on the
1936-7 tour to Australia and still didn’t play a Test speaks volumes for
the selectors of the time; even more for a very good cricketer.
With better luck with health and fitness and without the loss of six
seasons to the war, Bill Copson could have put the Derbyshire record for
most wickets taken out of reach. Some have since surpassed his
aggregate, but few better bowlers have worn the county colours.
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