He was the author of some of my favourite cricket books and will always be the doyen of Derbyshire cricket writing. His book on the 1936 championship winners is a classic and still in my top ten books of all time, while his club histories give chapter and verse on the club from the time that it started.
It has been a pleasure to get to know him over the years and his latest work is a worthy addition to the collection, pulling together the careers of two of the county's favourite sons.
Cliff Gladwin and Les Jackson were twin scourges of county batting line ups in the 1950s. During that decade, Derbyshire probably needed only the addition of one more reliable batter to win a second county championship. They were often able to cobble together sufficient runs to give a strong attack something to work with, but were too often there or thereabouts, rather than leaders of the pack, because there were times they fell apart. Surrey were very strong in that decade, but Derbyshire ran them close and in 1954 might have taken the title, but for bad weather in the run in.
Gladwin was probably just short of true international class, a very good and unerringly accurate medium pace bowler at county level, who could cut down his pace and bowl off cutters when conditions suited. He developed a leg cutter that kept batters guessing and Edwin Smith told me that unlike many swing bowlers, he had an ability to swing it late. Sometimes he would swing it in AND cut it away on pitching, which made him a real handful.
He was a fierce competitor and could be brusque on a pitch, especially if a catch was put down or poor fielding cost him runs against his name. He could relate his analysis at the end of an innings without consulting the scorer and was an ideal, feisty leader of the attack.
Jackson should have played more than two Test matches, twelve years apart. In the intervening period, most county batters would have had him in their top three bowlers and it seems only his accent, perceived dour persona or non-textbook action kept him out. The establishment selectors were happier to select lesser bowlers from the 'right' background, usually the south of England.
It was nonsense and plenty of contemporaries have told me how he was a friendly and approachable team mate, a work horse willing and able to bowl from the start of play until lunch and then resume afterwards. He was more philosophical too, responding to missed chances with a shrug of his shoulders and usually 'bad luck, catch next 'un.' To quote Walter Goodyear, the former county groundsman over many years 'He were a grand fella, Les. One of the very best.'
They missed relatively few matches, tribute to their robust physiques and perhaps late careers (Jackson didn't play until he was 27, while Gladwin was 29 when cricket resumed after the war.) Not until the advent of Harold Rhodes was there an obvious successor and he replaced Gladwin when he retired at the end of 1958. By that time Jackson himself was 37, but between 1958 and 1960 he took a remarkable 443 wickets..
John Shawcroft has done his normal reliable job with this biography, which pulls together the strands of their careers into one volume. He doesn't fall into the trap of suggesting they would be equally effective today, as modern covered pitches, together with different approaches to batting, would have been a greater challenge. But their control of line and length would have ensured they remained a handful.
They were two of the greatest figures in the county's long history and those who saw them were fortunate indeed.
If you are looking for an addition to your Christmas wish list, you can't go wrong with this one for a Derbyshire supporter. It is another addition to the excellent Lives in Cricket Series by the Association of Cricket Statisticians and Historians, well illustrated and with a very readable font size, much appreciated by yours truly!
Les Jackson and Cliff Gladwin: Masters of Their Craft is written by John Shawcroft and published by ACS Publications.
Look forward to purchasing this book, probably a Christmas present to self. John Shawcroft is an excellent wordsmith and l have enjoyed his other books relating to Derbyshire cricket. Like yourself Steve, l loved his book ‘Local Heroes’ that was a wonderful tribute to the 1936 Championship winning side.
ReplyDeleteMy one regret is that l never saw these two Derbyshire greats play although l did buy my first cricket bat from Cliff Gladwin’s sport shop in Chesterfield.
Thanks for the heads up and review of this publication.
Nudger
One of my favourite cricket books is Marcus Berkmann' s Cricket Miscellany. This contains an entry for Les Jackson, quoting the Daily Telegraph obituary for him : "It is difficult to avoid the conclusion that Jackson's omission [from the Englznd team in the 1950s] was partly due to snobbery." The entry goes on to point out that for most of this period the Chairman of Selectors was Gubby Allen, an Old Etionian with a very modest record as a cricketer. He believed that Les, " a coalminer from Derbyshire was beyond the pale." Fred Trueman is quoted as saying "Allen would not have Les at any price and if that's true it's criminal., " Berkmann concludes "Dear God we think things are bad now, but we know nothing. No wonder the Australians hate us."
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