Somerset in the Royal London One Day Cup 2017 – Part 1

This post contains the ‘Farmer White’ match reports on three of the first four 2017 Royal London One Day Cup group-stage matches. There is also a preview of one of the matches and some additional information to set the context of matches. All reports were written at the time. The time and date of the original posting on is contained at the head of each report.



“Fifty over cricket is not for the fainthearted.” 

In 2017 the Royal London One-Day Cup (RLODC) group stages were played in a three-week block beginning at the end of April. During the course of the competition there was much discussion among supporters about the length which Somerset’s bowlers bowled, particularly about short-pitched bowling, and some reflection of that can be seen in my posts.

RLODC. Taunton. 28th April 2017. Somerset v Surrey.

Somerset started their campaign against Surrey against whom they had won an exhilarating County Championship match at Taunton in 2016 by one wicket when Jack Leach and Tim Groenewald put on 31 runs for the final wicket. The tension of those final overs will be forever stencilled into the pit of the stomach of any who were there including me.

Two on field incidents in recent years have added an extra frisson to these encounters. This, added to the drama of the 2016 Championship match, infused the atmosphere of this match with an extra layer of anticipation. No-one there in the Somerset interest was to be disappointed.

My post, written in the glowing aftermath of something truly remarkable, related much more to the experience of watching the Somerset innings than it did to the actual cricket itself. Roelof van der Merwe may have played the innings of his life however long his playing career extends. He reached the crease with Somerset cartwheeling out of control at 22 for 5, still 269 short of their target, and was promptly dropped at slip by, of all people, Kumar Sangakkara, the catch flying straight into both hands and rebounding out again like a dart hitting the wire. 22 for 6 almost certainly would have been terminal for Somerset. If ever there was a moment on which a match pivoted through 180 degrees that was it.

Surrey had set Somerset 291 to win off a full 50 overs, perhaps 20-30 below par it seemed at the innings break given the pitch had proclaimed itself entirely innocent of flaws. After the match it seemed doubtful that another 60 would have been enough. That is an indication of the skill and accuracy with which Somerset’s bowlers bowled and the sheer brilliance of Roelof van der Merwe’s innings. He scored 165 not out from 122 balls in Somerset’s reply. Dean Elgar, who survived the initial carnage, played a typically understated but crucial role alongside van der Merwe in their sixth wicket partnership of 213 which stretched, excruciatingly, over 30.3 overs and took Somerset to within 56 runs of victory. Lewis Gregory (19*) then stayed with van der Merwe as he danced Somerset over the line. From the feeling of horror at 22 for 5 victory by four wickets seemed a miracle of deliverance.           

Farmer White (IP Logged) 28 April 2017 11.35 p.m.

“Anyone seen the film Sully*? Well, having watched the whole game today from the top of the Somerset Pavilion I think van der Merwe, and Elgar as co-pilot, could keep their cool and land an airliner, with both engines out, safely on the Hudson River too. And without the need to get Tom Hanks to play the part.

As a lifelong collapse-scarred Somerset supporter I was of course certain a wicket would fall every ball in that partnership followed by the intense joy of relief as each ball was defended, tapped through a gap for a finely judged single or sent skimming along the ground to the boundary. What judgement, what fine margins, what precision, what execution. Ball after ball my blood pressure alternated as the ball was delivered and survived: 210/140, 135/75, 210/140, 135/75. That is 182 times before it finally did fall (the wicket) and stay fallen (my blood pressure).

The small gaggles of people, and there were only a few, who appeared to be leaving the ground in the first dozen or so overs of that partnership can only have been neutrals for to a neutral, devoid of the pathological trepidation and foreboding of a lifelong supporter, it must have been obvious by then that the game was up for Surrey. The calm, precision and certainty of stroke in that partnership, over after over, over what should have been a rampant fielding side was almost miraculous.

Six an over were needed and six an over is what were scored, more or less, over after over whoever bowled, however the field was set. Inexorable until Somerset were in clear sight of the target. Then Somerset’s scoring rate began to rise like a Saturn 5 rocket leaving the launchpad en route to the Moon. And today as Somerset supporters’ hopes rose with the scoring rate had they wished for the Moon I believe van der Merwe and Elgar would have delivered it. They were that good. By the end of the partnership stewards all around the ground had deserted their posts, unable to resist the wonders unfolding in the middle. They stood around the perimeter like orange coloured sentinels guarding the eighth wonder of the world.

I have seen something like it only once in one-day cricket. In the Nat West Trophy Semi-Final at Lord’s in 1983 when Ian Botham, now Sir Ian, scored 96 not out over 45 or so overs to take Somerset from 41 for 4 to 222 for 9 to beat Middlesex by losing fewer wickets. I believe Botham has said that was his best innings for Somerset. Today’s partnership was that good.

The Surrey supporter who today gleefully claimed victory at 22 for 5 may tonight have dined on a diet of words. At Lord’s in 1983, sitting behind my brother and I, were a group of brightly clothed Middlesex supporters with a vast picnic hamper and superior voices to match who, as Viv Richards fell for 23 at 52 for 5 still 171 short of the target – an impossible distance in those days with five down – informed all who wished to hear that, “Our tea will go to waste. The match will be over before we can eat it.” I am not sure the hamper was touched though the match went its full 120 overs. Tonight, I could have dined on nothing and not gone to bed hungry. There is no food like the food of dreams realised. And what a dream victory was at 22 for 5. And what a realisation.

I have now seen this one-day miracle twice. If I never see it again I will have had more than my fair share of such miracles. As a Somerset supporter I shall not be in the least bit surprised if I do see it again. But Somerset, please remember I am restricted to two blood pressure pills a day. And if I ever have the misfortune to be in a plane that has to land on the Hudson River may Roelof and Dean be in the cockpit. Thank you both for giving a Somerset dreamer a dream to last a lifetime.”

*‘Sully’. A film starring Tom Hanks about the Inquiry faced by the Captain of US Airways Flight 1549 which undertook a successful emergency landing in near miraculous circumstances when both engines failed on the Hudson River in 2009.

Result. Toss. Somerset. Elected to field. Surrey 290-8 (50 overs) BT Foakes 92 (65 balls), MD Stoneman 56 (54), C Overton., 3-57 (econ 5.70) Gregory 3-71 (7.10). Somerset 291-6 (43.5/50 overs) van der Merwe 165* (122), Elgar 68 (90), Dernbach 3-46 (5.20). Somerset won by 4 wickets. Somerset 2 points. Surrey 0 points. 


RLODC. Hove. 30th April 2017. Sussex v Somerset.

I did not attend this rain affected match nor was I able to post about it. For the record the scores are given below.

Result. Toss. Sussex. Elected to field. Somerset 303-5 (49 overs) D Elgar 131* (127 balls), AJ Hose 76 (58). Sussex 155-9 (20/20 overs) LJ Evans 40 (20), C Overton 3-21(econ 5.25). Somerset won by 9 runs D/L. Somerset 2 points. Sussex 0 points.


RLODC. Taunton. 2nd May 2017. Somerset v Kent. 

Somerset and Kent contested some epic limited over games between 1967 and 1983 and I witnessed them all except the 1967 Gillette Cup Final at Lord’s. Ahead of this latest encounter by way of a preview I posted my reminiscences of those games. 


Farmer White (IP Logged) 1 May 2017 10.11 p.m.

“Kent were one of Somerset’s one-day bogey teams throughout most of the 1970s not to mention suffering a gruelling defeat to them in the 1967 Gillette Cup Final. Somerset’s other bogey team of the time was Leicestershire.

The 1974 Gillette Cup Semi-Final at Canterbury is etched on my soul. Somerset lost another gruelling match by three wickets. I lived in Kent at the time and went to the match. By the time I had fought through the traffic it was standing room only. It took Kent 52.3 overs to grind to the 155 target after Somerset had them at 40 for 4. Hallam Moseley and Bob Clapp bowled between them 21.3-10-42-3. Different days.

Then 1976. Somerset came second in the John Player League on run rate, one of five teams to finish P 16 W 10 L 6 Pts 40. Kent came first. That was the year the trophy was lodged in a helicopter to be flown to the ground with the team which eventually won it. Somerset’s final match was against Glamorgan. They got to the last ball with Graham Burgess on 46 not out needing four to win, or three to tie and take the trophy. He managed two and Somerset lost by one run. Colin Dredge was at the other end. He hesitated at the start of the second run and again at the start of the third. Those two hesitations are etched onto my retina. I wonder to this day if, without them, enough pressure might have been put on the fielder for Dredge to have got home. One of the myriad pointless ‘ifs’ of cricket that linger in perpetuity.

And on to 1978. The Benson and Hedges Semi-Final at Taunton. Kent won by 41 runs in a match that stretched interminably over three days. Three days were set aside for a Semi-Final in those days. Having travelled down from Lincolnshire, and my brother from the South Coast, to see it we went home after rain ended play just after Lunch on the first day with Kent two down. Then two dispiriting days at work trying to sneak a listen to the, then hourly, cricket scores on the sports desk on Radio 2. At least when Somerset ended the John Player League that year in second place on the same number of points as the winners it was Hampshire not Kent that won it.

And so to the Gillette Cup Quarter-Final at Taunton in 1979 and another trip down from Lincolnshire via a holiday in Combe Martin. Somerset won the toss, batted first and were 112 for 7 at Lunch – Lunch and Tea in one-day games in those days, not to mention a red ball. Someone saw Phil Slocombe in the Lunch interval (caught at slip off Dilley for 2) and he said, “Should have put them in and let Joel get at ‘em.” 126 for 8 shortly after Lunch. Somerset supporters’ hearts were as heavy as the hot humid atmosphere as the Kent bogey sat large upon their shoulders.

Graham Burgess, in his final season, had other ideas. Supported by Joel Garner and Keith Jennings he ground out a fifty, took Somerset into the 60th over and to 190 all out. My brother turned to me and said, “They need three an over now. That gives us a chance.” And in those days it did. Garner had held an end up while 31 precious runs were scored before he was bowled “swiping” to use his own word.

Garner walked off banging his bat into the ground furious with himself. He must still have been furious when he came out to bowl for I was sitting square where the Caddyshack now stands and I never saw a ball he bowled. I doubt the Kent batsmen did either for, with Botham storming in from the other end, Kent were suddenly 19 for 4. A brief recovery then another avalanche. Kent 60 all out. Garner and Botham together 19.4-6-24-8. Miraculous days.

Somerset went on to win the Gillette Cup against Northamptonshire that year. And although they still managed to lose their John Player League game against Kent the balance of power was shifting. On the last day of the 1979 season Somerset beat Nottinghamshire as now Kent were the ones to yield to the pressure as they collapsed against Middlesex, losing their last six wickets for 33 and the League to Somerset by two points.

And so to 1981 and the Benson and Hedges Semi-Final at Taunton. Kent were put out for 154. Garner and Botham six wickets between them. Soon Somerset were 80 for 4 with Richards and Botham gone for 4 between them. Then Roebuck and Popplewell added 67 for the fifth wicket and the rest of the game was academic. The Cup, with another five wickets for Garner and 132 not out for Richards, was won against Surrey at Lord’s.
And finally to 1983 and the NatWest Trophy Final at Lord’s. With Somerset 193 all out and Kent 60 for 1 Somerset’s supporters were on the edge of their seats. Then Vic Marks and Viv Richards ripped out the heart of the Kent top order assisted by two peerless leg side stumpings from Trevor Gard. Two more indelible memories. The Cup was won. The bogey, for the time being, was laid to rest.

And so ended a decade of incomparable one-day jousting between two great sides. And all, as far as I can recall, played in the best cricketing spirit. For many, Gloucestershire, or in more recent years, Surrey are the team for Somerset to beat. For me, in one-day cricket, after living that decade it has always been Kent.

As to tomorrow. Somerset are on the wrong side of recent limited overs encounters with Kent but are holding their nerve well so far in this competition. The bogey is always overcome sooner or later. May tomorrow be the day. For tomorrow I shall be willing Somerset on from the Somerset Pavilion along with the ghosts of all those years ago.”  

The match

In retrospect I would have written much more about what was an astonishing innings from Peter Trego but this report relies on a snippet from his innings and slices of the match as a whole.

Farmer White (IP Logged) 2 May 2017 10.48 p.m.

“As the match ended I turned to the woman behind me and said, “Two miracles in a week.”

She replied, “And Peter Trego walked on water.” And so he might have done. So smoothly controlled was his innings his feet would not have broken the surface even with the six that landed on the very top deck of the flats to applause, as unflustered as his innings, from the residents seated on the roof terrace just to the right of the ball’s landing zone. It was as easily thrown back; clearing the heads of the crowd far below in the Somerset Stand with about the same ease with which, in the end, Somerset cleared the gargantuan Kent total.

Somerset mostly bowled and fielded in the first 30 overs of the match with the sort of iron grip discipline that you might wish to see from a collie gathering sheep into a pen. Often with sheep one or two will peel off and make to escape but the collie rounds and reels them back in. Gregory let one or two go with an 11-run and later a 10-run over but Kent were soon reeled in by the rest of the attack. 136 for 2 off 30 overs seemed a pretty good piece of batsmen shepherding on a pitch which gave the bowlers no cover of any description.

At 146 for 3 in the 32nd over Alex Blake joined Daniel Bell-Drummond who had kept Kent going. In an instant Somerset went from shepherding the batsmen to desperately chasing the ball from one end of the Cooper Associates County Ground to the other just as you might an untrained and untethered collie. The runs from each over from the 33rd on were 8, 12, 12, 9, 9, 14, 9, 7, 8, 12, 16, 10, 16, 14, 12, 10, 15, 10. 203 in 17 overs. Alex Blake finally out for 116 from 58 balls, Sean Dickson 31 from 15 and Wayne Parnell ended with 11 from 5, all with a strike rate of 200 plus. Kent 352 for 6.

Throughout that onslaught I waited in trepidation for signs that the bowling might disintegrate. The disintegration never came. This was simply incredible batting on the sort of batting pitch they would struggle to produce on the Elysian Fields. There was the occasional wide as the bowlers slightly misjudged the width trying to make the most of the Scrooge-like width allowance in one-day cricket; a misjudged beamer from Gregory stretching for the yorker under the immense pressure and a couple of misjudged height no balls in the same circumstances. Some short pitches balls were despatched as the bowlers attempted to used mixed pace bouncers. Some full balls were driven mercilessly as the bowlers got the length a mouse-length wrong. But I thought the bowlers deserved huge credit for keeping their cool, holding their nerve and trying to the end. Not one of them ‘lost it’ once and heaven help Somerset if they had. This was just incredible batting.

As to whether bowling more full and less short balls and defending the short straight boundary would be more effective I cannot say but in the two games at Taunton to date Somerset have restricted the opposition to a total which they were able to pass on both occasions with overs to spare from 22 for 5 and 19 for 2. Admittedly they have had the batting to do it but the top teams do. It may be that Somerset also have the bowling and are bowling to keep the opposition total in bounds on run-filled pitches.

In the end, looking at the Kent innings I wondered if they had batted to a strategy: Get to 30 overs with as many wickets intact as possible (136 for 2 from 30 overs) and then send in hard hitting batsmen with big bats and treat the final 20 overs as a T20 innings that hits the ground running (Kent scored a further 216 for 4 from the last 20 overs). If that was the strategy it seemed to work a treat.

Somerset responded to the 30+20 over strategy, if that is what it was, with the calmest of 50 over strategies. Set seven an over the batsmen never let the rate rise above 8 (8.2 for a couple of overs). Against Surrey Elgar and van der Merwe’s batting controlled the required run rate rather than being controlled by it to chase down 291. Incredibly Trego, Elgar, Hildreth, Hose and van der Merwe chased down 353 in the same way today, and I would not necessarily exclude Allenby’s 18 which set the tone.

Elgar may have fallen to the run rate edging just above eight but apart from that the rate seemed the plaything of the Somerset batsmen and increasingly the millstone of a Kent attack seemingly bewildered that their own irresistible batting charge was being outflanked by an unrelenting and unstoppable Somerset advance.”

Result. Toss. Kent. Elected to bat. Kent 352-6 (50 overs) AJ Blake 116 (58 balls), DJ Bell-Drummond 106 (120), SA Northeast 51(78). C Overton 3-66 (econ 6.60).  Somerset 354-6 (47.3/50 overs) PD Trego 135 (119), JC Hildreth 64 (44), D Elgar 55 (57), JC Tredwell 3-65 (6.50). Somerset won by 4 wickets. Somerset 2 points. Kent 0 points.  


RLODC. Cardiff. 5th May 2017. Glamorgan v Somerset.

Farmer White (IP Logged) 7 May 2017 12.36 p.m.

“And for those who were not there…

“If you look for perfection you will never be content,” wrote Leo Tolstoy in Anna Karenina. It is a dictum many cricket followers would do well to remember. No bowler can bowl as well as the critic at the back of the stand. No batsman bat as well as the one in the bar. Then on the field there is always the long hop or the full toss to irritate. The one left on to the stumps or the charged down the wicket to be stumped to exasperate. We watch a game perfect in every respect in our minds yet riddled with imperfections in the playing. Not though if you were a Somerset supporter at Glamorgan’s Sophia Gardens of old on Friday. Somerset’s performance was all perfection or as near to it as any cricket is ever likely to be.

Even the scoreboards recording the performance worked to perfection. This is a perfection unknown at Taunton where the scoreboards have a tendency to be their own masters untroubled by what is happening in the middle. Glamorgan have three scoreboards. They all worked to perfection. Perhaps they might donate one to Taunton. It may even be that some home supporters were wishing, by the end of the day, that Somerset would take them all home.     

Apart from the early demise of Steven Davies, a bright defiant innings of 63 from Carlson and a miserly opening spell from Hogan the day was one of unremitting gloom for Glamorgan. Their supporters were stunned for they were on the wrong end of a right royal trouncing. As he left the ground one was overheard saying, “It’s only a month into the season and the writing is already on the wall.”

It must too have been a depressing prospect for the Glamorgan players that half an hour before the start the ground was virtually deserted. By the start there were barely, to my eye, 300 spectators and Somerset supporters were making, not entirely fanciful, claims that they were in the majority. Had the match been at Taunton it is likely the crowd would have approached ten times that. At Cardiff it perhaps reached around 500 at its peak. Measly fare for a professional cricketer.

As to the cricket, Glamorgan won the toss, put Somerset in on a green pitch with some cloud cover and promptly removed Davies at 16 and then Trego at 42. From there it was all downhill for the home side. Elgar started to play his now almost customary innings for Somerset. A push here, a glide there, a drive to the boundary fielder by way of variety. Then an occasional boundary and a couple of random sixes. By such stealth, almost invisibly, he accumulated 96 at nearly a run a ball until he barely touched a short one leg side to the keeper. The edge was as fine as the innings and the score was 229 for 3 in the 43rd over on an uneasy pitch on which many felt 250 might be par.

Allenby’s score kept company with Elgar’s all the way into the 90s although off more balls. At the fall of Elgar’s wicket in the 43rd over Hildreth strode down the pavilion steps with a look on his face which suggested he was either maddened by the short amount of time that Allenby and Elgar had left him or that he was determined to use the impressive edifice they had constructed as a base from which to build something far more intimidating. He stretched immediately to his first ball for a hard driven four which gave notice that Somerset’s infantry-like accumulation was over and the cavalry were about to be unleashed.

And so they were. From the position of security that Elgar and Allenby had painstakingly built Hildreth sallied forth with drives, pulls, cuts, glances, chips and strokes without name in whatever direction the fancy took him. Glamorgan fielders fled in every direction in a forlorn attempt to halt the carnage. Allenby took Hildreth’s lead and brought in the heavy artillery. He hit four sixes to add to the two with which he had punctuated his long vigil with Elgar and Hildreth added two more for good measure.

At the fall of Elgar’s wicket Somerset had scored 229 for 3 at 5.3 an over. After it Hildreth and Allenby routed Glamorgan with 109 in 7.3 overs or 14.8 an over, 85 of which came off the last five. Hildreth hit 58 from 28 balls. Allenby finished on 144 from 146. This was good clean hitting and they never looked in danger except when Allenby was dropped in the deep just before the end. Dropped perhaps as a result of the nerve numbing pummelling Glamorgan had taken. There was no hint of slogging. Many of Hildreth’s strokes were unorthodox, if orthodoxy remains a valid concept in one-day batting, but they were all deliberately executed and directed either to where the fielders were not or where a well taken run could be gathered. In the 7.3 overs of the partnership there were seven dot balls.

It was a magnificent onslaught that left Somerset hearts racing and Glamorgan ones barely beating. 338 for 3 was a devastating total to have to face on that wicket with morale that must have been broken by the unremitting professionalism and dominance of a merciless Somerset side.     

And so to the Glamorgan innings which started with the Somerset bowlers further turning the screw. By the twelfth over it was the Glamorgan batting that was broken at 27 for 3 with their two champions, Rudolph and Ingram gone for 4 between them. Craig Overton the destroyer. Rudolph out in the second over trying to cut a wide one already more in desperation than in anticipation or so it looked to me.

Then Ingram caught at mid-on off Davey, millimetres off the ground, by a flying Craig Overton diving full length straight down the line of the approaching ball. Dominant sides do seem to pull off the most miraculous of catches. When all the senses are fired up and aligned by success the impossible becomes possible. Overton’s figures of 5-3-8-1 in the opening ten overs, a mark of his dominance, played a big part in Glamorgan’s ten over score being 24 for 2, soon 27 for 3, against Somerset’s 43 for 2 at the same stage.

Carlson and Bragg then counter attacked. They put on 55 in just over 8 overs for the fourth wicket. It was Glamorgan’s best passage in the match. Then Bragg went, stumped as he lost his balance, to Allenby’s inquisitorial medium pace. The partnership had brought Glamorgan a chimera of parity. At the end of the 20th over they had scored 85 to Somerset’s 86 at the same stage. Somerset though had lost two wickets, Glamorgan four, and there was Somerset’s 85 off the last five overs to match.

The Somerset bowlers did not relax at the fall of the fourth wicket. They closed in on Glamorgan’s middle and lower order. Methodically and without ceremony they gave the batsmen no leeway and picked them off one by one in the same period of the innings in which Elgar and Allenby had built the foundation for all that followed. It seemed clinical and inevitable. After Carlson was bowled by Groenewald for 63, van der Merwe summed up the approach by quietly removing three of the tail for 21 runs. Overton and Davey were not needed at the end and five overs remained in each of their legs for another day.

The five over scores for this period of the two innings paint the picture. 20 overs: Somerset 86 for 2, Glamorgan 85 for 4. 25 overs: Somerset 110 for 2, Glamorgan 110 for 5. 30 overs: Somerset 138 for 2 Glamorgan 138 for 6. 35 overs Somerset 176 for 2 Glamorgan 160 for 9. An indication here perhaps that in the current one-day game it is not speed of scoring in the first 30 overs but retention of wickets whilst rotating the strike which lays the foundation for large totals. Elgar scored only one third of his 96 in boundaries although scoring very close to a run a ball. And 338 for 3 was a huge total on that pitch.

The eventual victories against Surrey and Kent were won against the odds after Somerset fell behind in both matches. In this match Somerset determined the odds virtually from the outset and they were odds that overwhelmed Glamorgan. There was flair in Hildreth’s innings and explosive hitting at the end of Allenby’s but this match was won by tungsten-like discipline guiding razor sharp skill. The innings of Elgar and Allenby on a difficult pitch. Trusting their judgement that they were pacing it right, denying themselves any temptation to speed up too soon. Elgar hitting with incomparable precision to keep the scoreboard moving over thirty overs. Hildreth, knowing Elgar’s and Allenby’s base gave him licence for all-out attack yet keeping his nerve to hit out at ball after ball with controlled, directed strokes which gave no hint of vulnerability. Allenby, emboldened by Hildreth’s rapier-like assault responded with judicious application of the bludgeon.

Then the bowlers and fielders, reflecting their disciplined performances all season, continued in like vein. Overton led the way with bowling that pressurised and never strayed to remove Rudolph and a wonder catch to remove Ingram. Davey continued his top order wicket taking start to the season and gave nothing away. Groenewald, Allenby and van Meekeren went for a few more runs in the face of the Glamorgan middle order’s attempt to break the Somerset stranglehold but held their nerve well enough to remove three of the batsmen who made the attempt. Then came the end with the silent efficiency of van de Merwe’s removal of the tail and Tolstoy turned in his grave at the sight of such perfection.”

Result. Toss. Glamorgan. Elected to field. Somerset 338-3 (50 overs) J Allenby 144(146 balls), D Elgar 96(100), JC Hildreth 58*(28). Glamorgan 168 (36.4/50 overs) KS Carlson 63(59), RE van der Merwe 3-21(econ 3.70). Somerset won by 170 runs. Somerset 2 points. Glamorgan 0 points.  


Reports on the remaining matches in the group stages of the 2017 RLODC 50-over matches will appear on this site in a second post in about one week’s time. 

‘Farmer White’

30th November 2019