Hutton 1938 record again!- oh, beautiful stroke, there's the record

Hutton 1938 record again!- oh, beautiful stroke, there's the record

Post by CiL » Mon, 07 Feb 2005 10:50:59

Found this at 'A word from Allot;

again on that record, what shots, and did he pass hammond n don with
the same score, was hammond's score recognised then?

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John Arlott : ... Cricket history moving towards the Oval in August
1938, England versus Australia. England had to win to draw the ***.
Howard Marshall was in the commentary box.

Howard Marshall: (commentary)

In the twelve and a quarter hours, it hardly bears thinking of the
amount of strain that's involved. Here's Fleetwood-Smith,
Fleetwood-Smith to Hutton. Hutton right back and tries to turn it
round the corner, doesn't quite get hold of it and drops it down.
Quite all right, perfectly safe but no run. The wicket-keeper's round
there to pick it up. The total - Hutton's total -332. it sounds like
the total of a whole side. The England total, 707 got 5, and the
gasometer sinking lower and lower and here comes Fleetwood-Smith
running up to bowl.
he bowls to Hutton,, short one , hutton forces it past silly md-off.
Bradman's fielding. Fleetwood-Smith to Hutton again. Hutton hits him,
oh, beautiful stroke, there's the record. (Roar of crowd and applause)
Well. that was the most lovely stroke, a late cut of Fleetwood Smith's
leg break, which absolutely flashed to the boundary for four runs to
give Hutton the record, beating Bradman's record made at Leeds in 1930
- 334; beating that record for the highest score made by an individual
in Test matches....between England and Australia ever, and equaling
hammond's records in Test matches of any kind made at Auckland in
1933. They are singing. Terrific reception. the whole crowd's standing
up and cheering, all around the ground,thousands of them all standing
up. Bradman's rushed over to shake Hutton by the hand. The whole
Australian team have congratulaed him, and now everybody's cheering.
It really is a wonderful scene this, here in this brilliant sunshine,
they wont stop cheering.

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But a post by Tintin earlier on sometime at rsc says hutton was on 331
that time and that shot didnt equal hammond's score.  Hmmm.....

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My final testing moment came with my score at 331. As I had expected,
Bradman responded by crowding me. I had fielders on the top of me and
breathing down my neck. Don put himself at silly midon and before each
ball from the brilliant but erratic Fleetwood-Smith, I looked at him
and he looked at me. A psychological duel that I had to win.
Fleetwood-Smith began dropping the ball spot on a length, and I
figured
that if I could hold out he would eventually sent down a loose ball
which I could hit to the boundary. As it was, he bolwed better than at
any time in the match, and twice appealed to Chester for leg before.

.... To put it mildly, both were unnerving moments, but a long hop
came
along which I was able to cut for 4.

Tinnin'
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CiL
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Len Hutton's own recollections are of that very tiredness. "Some time
during Monday, when I had already batted eight hours or so, I started
to relax. I thought I would enjoy myself a bit. I lifted a ball over
mid-on's head. Immediately Wally Hammond stood up on the balcony and
indicated, in no uncertain way, that he wanted me to keep my head, and
my shots down. So I had to go on.

"I don't think the idea of trying for Don's record came into my head
until I was around 250 By the Monday night, however, the strain was
beginning to tell. In fact Maurice Leyland told me I would probably
have difficulty in sleeping and he advised me to drink a port and
Guinness.

"I was then a strict teetotaller-not much of a drinker now-and I did
as he suggested. It was no good. I should have had five or six. With
so many people telling me that I needed another 35 runs to break the
record, I tossed and turned most of the night, haunted by one face.
That of Bill O'Reilly.

"I could not shut out of my mind the thought of his charging up, ball
after ball, as he always did, as though he was going to eat me. My,
how that man hated batsmen. What a great competitive bowler. I've
never played against a better.

"And, next morning, sure enough Bill asked Don Bradman to field at
silly mid-off. With our score at the start of play at 634 for 5, you
would have thought the Aussies were skittling us out. Every time I
looked up there was Don crouching in front of me, other fielders
creeping closer and' closer, and O'Reilly still breathing fire and
brimstone as he galloped in.

"Anyway, in the end Fleetwood-Smith bowled me a long hop outside the
off stump. Gratefully, I chopped it through the slips and I had done
it. Many years later in Australia when Fleetwood-Smith was down on his
luck, he came up to me and asked if I could help him a bit
financially. I remembered the long hop in 1938-and I reckoned that had
been worth a fiver of anybody's money.

"On the way from The Oval at the end of the game, I stopped at traffic
lights. A woman in an adjoining car pulled down her window and said:
'Well done, Len, but why ever didn't you score one more-one for every
day of the year?'

"As I said to Denis later: `Denis, tell me, can you ever satisfy a
woman?'"

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