There’s a fair decision to be made among the ‘H’ category, albeit one that comes down to two players as far as I'm concerned.
Two
opening batsmen are worthy of consideration, both of them players who
sold their wickets dearly. Ian Hall was a dogged battler in the 1960s
who got to the middle and worked to stay there. Not for him the
flamboyant shots – he accumulated runs and was a workmanlike player.
As was Alan Hill, although ‘Bud’ became a key member of the side in the
1970s and 1980s as the ideal foil for John Wright. They made a good
pairing, though Hill at times struggled to shake off the reputation that
once saw him make a century in South Africa without a boundary. It was
ironic that he subsequently was the first Derbyshire player to make a
Sunday League century, tribute to his willingness to work at his game
and Eddie Barlow’s encouragement to hit the ball. Hill was never a
flashy player, but if you were selecting a Derbyshire side to save a
game you would want him in there fighting for you. He was very
underrated and I had a lot of time for him.
Then of course there is Arnold Hamer, the best batsman of a fairly ordinary batting side in the 1950s and one who could play in whatever style the
game and conditions demanded. His average of 31 in the first class game
would probably be worth far more on the covered tracks of today, but Hamer,
worthy a player as he was, is eclipsed by two bowlers of distinction.
The stature of the man in first place is illustrated by Mike Hendrick
being ‘only’ second. Hendo was an outstanding bowler in the great
Derbyshire tradition. The lineage that ran from Warren through Bestwick,
the Popes, Copson, Gladwin, Jackson and Rhodes was safe with him. Not
especially quick but hostile, no extravagant movement but enough to find
the edge, Mike Hendrick was a class act.
Especially when he reached the international stage, some argued that he
bowled too short, happier to keep the score down with short of a length
bowling than to produce the probing outswinger that drew the batsman
forward. Maybe that was so, but Mike Hendrick on a green top was hard to
play and he grew up in a Derbyshire side that rarely had runs to play
with. In the Championship you could usually bank on a few wickets, while
in one day games he was rarely hit. You can ask for little more from a
bowler and Hendrick was also a fine slip fielder, had a good arm in the
deep and was an entertaining slogger in the way that tail-enders used to play.
It takes a special man to keep him from top spot, but Michael Holding
was one of the all-time greats. Although his days of constant express
pace were behind him when he joined us, he could still bowl an
occasional ball of unfeasible velocity. David Lloyd told a tale about umpiring at Derby where the pitch was docile, yet
Holding found the pace and bounce to produce a ball that removed the
thumb guard from the glove of Northamptonshire batsman Robin Boyd-Moss
and sent his thumb in several directions.
Occasionally he would turn back time and come off his full run, which remained an awesome sight, but
Holding was also an able lieutenant to the fledgling skipper, Kim Barnett. Always
willing to come on when things were tough and the score mounting, he was
close to the ideal overseas player. There were times he seemed to get wickets
by reputation, but whatever the length of that run, watching Holding was a
joy for the connoisseur - unless you were 22 yards away.
He was usually good for some effective tailend clumping too, and had a safe pair
of hands. John Wright once said that the opposition always seemed
pleased to hear he was playing, as it meant that Holding, with who he
shared overseas duties for a time, wasn’t.
I’ve written before of my reservations about a book that was written a
couple of years back on one hundred Derbyshire cricket greats. Greatness
can be defined in different ways, in a local, national or international
context. However I try to define it, I can’t get anywhere near fifty from
Derbyshire’s history.
Having said that, both Mike Hendrick and Michael Holding would be in
that fifty. On a local scale Hendrick was a great player and on a national
scale a good one.
Holding? He was a giant of the game by any benchmark, so has to be number one. An all-time great?
You bet.
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