If one were to sit down and come up with the names of the truly great batsmen that have played for Derbyshire, the chances are that John would make the top four, alongside Dean Jones, Peter Kirsten and Mohammad Azharuddin.
Even in such company, were you were to choose one player who, irrespective of the state of the wicket and who was bowling would get his head down and graft, he might well be my first pick.
For all that he had a fine array of shots and, like all good left-handers, was immensely strong off his legs and especially through mid-on, the thing that I most remember John Wright for was his 'leave'. He was the best judge of the ball to let go I have seen in county colours and an unerring ability on a humid morning, when the ball was swinging around, to play only what he had to. The 'oohs' and 'aahs' of a myriad county seamers must have been music to his ears and if it bothered him at all he never showed it. Instead, he just leaned on his bat, chewed his gum and smiled.
That was another thing about John Wright. He smiled a lot and seemed to appreciate that being paid for playing cricket, while undoubtedly not easy, was something that a lot of us cherished. He was one of the more genial players on the circuit and was well-liked by cricket fans around the country. Certainly in Derbyshire, where the support for him never wavered, long after he finished playing and even before his return as T20 coach.
He might have ended up at Kent, where he turned up for trials, but their surfeit of overseas stars saw him try his chances at Derbyshire, where 150 in a second team game convinced the county that they had found a good 'un.
He was that all right. From 1977 to 1988, Wright was a model of consistency, his second-wicket partnership in some of that time with Peter Kirsten giving the county the greatest solidity they have ever had in batting. To a Derbyshire fan of my vintage, thinking back to the two of them batting at Lords in 1981 will bring a wistful smile to the face. When they were in full flow, which was often, there appeared little that the opposition could do to stop them. Indeed, a sign of their ability was how the opposition last-day targets got higher and higher. For supporters who recalled all to easily our inability to score 200 in the last innings, seeing us chase down 250, 300, even 350 was a joy.
1982 was the peak. In that golden summer, Wright scored 1830 championship runs at 56, with seven centuries and five fifties. Kirsten scored 1941 runs at just under 65, eight centuries and six fifties. I would listen for the cricket scores on the radio and in my mind's eye we always seemed to be a hundred and plenty for one, with both going like trains. I saw them score plenty in person too and for two Derbyshire players to be within touching distance of 4,000 runs between them, even now, seems extraordinary.
They were good friends and shared a flat together for some time. I remember a former girlfriend of mine telling me around that time that she'd been out for a drink with some friends in Chesterfield and chatted up by a 'New Zealander who played cricket for Derbyshire'. I was jealous, but more that I hadn't had the chance to chat to him myself, which probably shows I wasn't all that serious about her...
In 1984 Wright averaged over 60 and scored 1200 runs in just 21 innings, but by that stage he was job-sharing the overseas role with Michael Holding. In a delightfully self-deprecating way, he told of how the opposition were always pleased to see his name on the team sheet in that period, as it meant that they wouldn't face trial by Holding. One got the impression that a lot of the enjoyment had gone by this time, something confirmed in his excellent autobiography, but he continued to give value for money and bad trots were few and far between.
He was a thinker about his game and team mates recall his gluing his top batting glove to the bat handle so it was in the right position all the time. They also attest to the origin of his nickname 'Shake', due to his messy kit bag, which he used to shake onto the dressing room floor in an attempt to find the cleanest gear. He was immensely popular in the dressing room and in 1976, when Eddie Barlow arranged a team bus for away games, Wright kept the players entertained with his singing and guitar skills. He was also willing to help with advice for younger players and few were surprised when he became a respected coach.
His dry wit continued in his successful tenure as coach of the Indian national team in the era of Dravid, Ganguly, Sehwag and Tendulkar. 'The most important job is to make sure you get all the practice balls back' he said, accepting that players of such talent needed little coaching.
I will always remember his innings against the West Indies at Chesterfield in 1980 as perhaps the bravest I have seen by a Derbyshire player. It was a typical green-top and Roberts, Garner and Marshall were fast and nasty, most of the batsmen taking blows to the hands and body.
Wright took more than most, but made an extraordinary 96 from a total of 229. I am sure that the visitors wouldn't have grudged him that extra four runs in an innings of remarkable skill and courage. He went on to become the first New Zealander to pass 4,000 Test runs and remained a player that the opposition knew that they would need to dig out.
His return to the club as T20 coach brought a change in our approach to the format, one that has been developed since. It came after a memorable Skype interview I had with him for my second book, which took some time to find an appropriate hour between here and New Zealand, but was worth the wait.
His fond memories of his county stint and the friendships he made were touching, while his laughter as he recalled stories from the circuit made it an interview I really didn't want to end.If you haven't read it, do pick up a copy from a good book shop, because John, as well as a thoroughly pleasant man, was comedy gold.
He deserves warm congratulations on his new role. Let's just hope that the pandemic relents, we all come out the other side intact and we can meet up again in the very near future.
Congratulations, Mr President.
There will be no complaints on your deserved award.
Glad that McDermott won't be playing! I thought that Palladino and Rampaul were pushing it a bit as far as geriatric seamers go, but getting a 55-year-old has-been was really a bit much, even if he was wonderful in his day....
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Just waiting for someone to bite here... 😉
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