The Five Pacemen of the Apocalypse – Yorkshire v Somerset – County Championship 2021 – Scarborough – 5th and 6th September – First Day

Due to the author being unable to travel to Scarborough for this match this report was written following a day watching Yorkshire CCC’s live stream with Yorkshire being advised. Without the live stream this report would not have been possible. The stream was watched with the commentary muted and with notes being taken to enable the author to replicate as far as possible his experience of watching matches live.

County Championship Division 1. Yorkshire v Somerset. 5th and 6th September 2021. Scarborough.

Yorkshire. A. Lyth, G.C.H. Hill, T. Kohler-Cadmore, G.S. Ballance, H.C. Brook, D.M.Bess, H.G. Duke (w), J.A. Thompson, D.J. Willey, M.D. Fisher, S.A. Patterson.

Somerset. T.B Abell (c), T.A. Lammonby, Azhar Ali, J.C. Hildreth, G.A. Bartlett, S.M. Davies (w), T. Banton, B.G.F. Green, M.J. Leach, J.H. Davey, M de Lange.

Toss. Somerset. Elected to bat.

First day. 5th September – The five pacemen of the apocalypse

Somerset are discovering the strength of the first division of the second phase of this year’s County Championship. A crushing three-day defeat by Nottinghamshire at Taunton has been followed by a superior, if not yet dominant, first-day performance by Yorkshire at Scarborough. Somerset are without Craig Overton and Lewis Gregory, both key to their pace attack, and Overton might have been devastating on this pitch. As it was, Josh Davey, as so often, put his heart and soul into his bowling and came away with three wickets. He is largely responsible for keeping Somerset, if barely, in this match. The Yorkshire attack, even though it was lacking Ben Coad, looked decidedly the more effective of the two on this pitch. Even without Coad, Yorkshire were able to deploy five pace bowlers capable of bowling as a cohesive unit with gnawing accuracy and testing bite throughout the Somerset innings. By the end of the day, Yorkshire were taking a grip of this match while Somerset were fighting to hold on.

Somerset won the toss and elected to bat in bright sunshine and sharp shadows with an array of cricket hats looking on. It was the sort of morning that was absent throughout Somerset’s match against Nottinghamshire. Light cloud visited later in the day, but it looked for all the world a day for watching cricket, and there were in excess of 2,000 people under those hats if my eye for crowd counting is as effective through the looking glass of a laptop screen as it is at a match. Even through the screen the ground generated a festival atmosphere, and seeing expanses of backless wooden bench seating transported me back to watching cricket in an earlier age. A match at Bradford Park Avenue in the early 1970s sprang to mind, with Brian Close captaining Somerset, and Peter Denning taking a John Player League innings out of reach of a Yorkshire side containing an in-form John Hampshire. Brian Close, of course, was run out attempting an impossible run.

I was soon catapulted back into the twenty-first century when the looking glass revealed the ball to be moving, mainly off the pitch. The testing bounce traditionally associated with this ground was in evidence too. The questions such a pitch asks of batsmen were not long in coming. Tom Abell, opening again for Somerset after some time and some success at number three, tried to defend against Matthew Fisher, bowling from North Marine Road’s Trafalgar Square End. The ball lifted, seamed away, took the edge and Harry Duke took the catch behind the stumps. The opening partnership has been problematic for Somerset all season with several combinations tried. Most recently, Steven Davies had held one of the spots, if briefly, with some success. But now, with Davies back at number six and Abell walking off at 2 for 1, a sensation of déjà vu descended on the Somerset mind.

During over two hours at the crease in the second innings against Nottinghamshire, Somerset’s other opener, Tom Lammonby, had survived through leaving anything not on or near the stumps. He employed the same tactic here, although he attacked Fisher and Willey, driving both through the on side for four. When he attempted to repeat the stroke, Willey swung the ball away and Lammonby edged it to Brook at second slip. It was the perfect new ball dismissal, and Somerset were 14 for 2 in the sixth over. Déjà vu indeed, and the sensation was no less painful for being viewed through a screen.

Somerset nerve ends were still jarring when James Hildreth arrived at the wicket. He joined Azhar Ali who has returned to Somerset for the last three Championship matches of the season. The two soon hinted at an air of calm punctuated with attacking strokes which kept the scoreboard busy. Fisher, continuing to threaten, swung a ball away from Hildreth. Hildreth, equal to it, steered it through backward point for two. But as the partnership developed, Azhar proved the more assertive of the two batsmen. Twice in succession he drove Willey to the boundary, once through the covers and once past Hildreth as he backed up. The Yorkshire attack, Patterson replacing Fisher and Thompson replacing Willey, held firm. Some deliveries held their line, but many moved, mainly away from the bat and mainly off the pitch. It was bowling to keep a batsman on his mettle. Hildreth found an attempt to drive Patterson turning into an ugly reaction stroke and the ball flew off the inside edge into his pads. An attempt to cut Thompson failed to connect at all.

But, for the moment, the batsmen edged Somerset forward. Hildreth played the most delicate of steers past the slip cordon towards the corner of the ground where the large North and West Stands meet. In the next over he cut Thompson hard and perfectly square to the Popular Bank with its wooden bench seating. When Hill, the last of the pace quintet, replaced Thompson, the ball fizzed again outside off stump, and Azhar was forced to jab down on it. It bounced short of first and second slip before running down to the Trafalgar Square End seats for four. That took Azhar to 24 and Somerset to 53 for 2. Somerset’s fifty brought some relief, for with just two wickets down against tight bowling on a helpful pitch, the thought dared cross the mind that Somerset might be building a base for a competitive score.

Challenging that thought, the relentless Yorkshire bowling continued unabated like the winds of an October gale. Whoever was thrown the ball, the outcome was the same. A persistently attacking line and length, and troubling movement buffeting the batsmen. Azhar resorted to intense defence with his score frozen on 24, the spectator eye occasionally seeking confirmation that the 24 had indeed fossilized. Hildreth’s score moved, but only glacially, as an occasional single was run against the relentless pressure from the prevailing wind of the Yorkshire bowling. Eventually, in an over from Thompson, Hildreth found the boundary, if only off an edge which raced along the ground to the Peaseholm Park End before a controlled steer went wider but was hauled in for three. It brought some symmetry to the scoreboard, and fed the Somerset hope, for Hildreth had caught Azhar and brought up the fifty partnership in the process. At 64 for 2 Somerset had, head into the wind, ground their way to what felt like parity.

Then, at what turned out to be the height of Somerset’s day, the bowling finally forced its way through the Somerset defences. Hildreth drove at a ball from Hill which pitched a little wide, swung away a little more and found the edge. Lyth, at second slip, leapt spectacularly and plucked the ball from the air. Hildreth, flicking his hand in exasperation, walked off, still on 24. Now Bartlett leaned into the face of the storm. In eight balls, he survived a loud appeal, drove convincingly for four, was beaten outside off stump, and then caught at slip off Hill hesitantly dabbing at another ball which moved away.

Next, Azhar’s determined innings succumbed when a ball from Thompson forced its way through his defences. It lifted, followed the bat as Azhar attempted to leave, struck the inside edge and then the leg stump with Azhar also still on 24. With the Yorkshire gale now in full force, Banton tried to defend his first ball. It was directed just outside off stump, had to be played, swung away late, took the edge and flew to Duke. Banton walked off and Somerset, 68 for 6, had lost three wickets for no runs in six balls. From there, with Davies and Ben Green at the wicket, Somerset battled through to lunch, Davies playing a well-directed steer wide of third slip from where it ran down to the Pavilion for four. Lunch came to Somerset’s aid with the score on 77 for 6. The incoming text summed up Somerset’s situation. “Oh dear,” it said.

The North Marine Road Ground is a throwback to earlier times. For all that the world outside has reached 2021, it could have been Taunton in 1961 or 1971, although with rather more seats. Wooden benches without backs were in abundance. The sense of a bygone cricket-watching atmosphere was warmly projected through the looking glass of my computer screen. A hotch-potch terrace of white, cream and grey four-storey Victorian houses with a miscellany of window types, sizes and shapes line the perimeter of the ground beyond the Trafalgar Square End. Their design, combined with a medley of added-on kitchens and occasional attics speak of an age without planners. Those houses, the added-on kitchens and one or two sash windows brought back childhood memories of such windows suddenly sticking in mid-flow when I stayed at my grandparents’ house in Somerset. In front of the houses at North Marine Road sits a small partially covered stand, which looked to be of the same vintage as the old Cowshed at Taunton, the Trafalgar Square Enclosure. Yorkshire likes its enclosures. The Trafalgar Square Enclosure nestling at one end at Scarborough has a companion in the Trueman Enclosure embedded in the Pavilion terrace at Headingley.

After lunch, in spite of their predicament, Somerset began in the modern way. Brightly. Davies guided Thompson’s first ball to fine leg for four, and then drove his second square to the off, past Bess at point and across the Popular Bank boundary. But before Somerset supporters could begin to hope, Davies attempted a push drive at Fisher and edged the ball to Kohler-Cadmore at first slip. Somerset 86 for 7. Davies 15. Curiously, in their two innings against Nottinghamshire, Somerset had been 87 for 7 and 86 for 7. Back at Scarborough, minutes after lunch on the first day, Jack Leach found himself walking to the wicket to face a masterclass in seam bowling on a pitch known for its pace and bounce.

Leach began by cutting Thompson to the third man boundary, but was unequal to the task of facing Fisher, the leading edge of the storm that was engulfing Somerset. One ball from Fisher moved sharply off the pitch, defeated Leach’s outside edge and the keeper’s gloves alike, before reaching the boundary for four byes and Somerset’s hundred. Two balls later, Leach drove at Fisher, the ball flew off the edge and above and beyond Lyth’s left shoulder at second slip. Lyth leapt upwards, reached backwards, and caught the ball. It was a catch exceptional enough to match the Yorkshire bowling. Somerset, their batting swept away, were 100 for 8. Leach 4.

Davey walked into the wreckage of Somerset’s Championship ambitions wrought by the apocalyptic performance of Yorkshire’s five pacemen. He drove his first ball straight to the Trafalgar Square End boundary, but Somerset’s innings was beyond repair. In Fisher’s next over, Davey was trapped on the crease. There was a huge appeal and the umpire’s finger added to the devastation. Somerset 108 for 9. Davey 4.

Marchant de Lange, Somerset’s heavy artillery batting rearguard, now swung his bat hard into the face of the bowling with the intention of clearing the long on boundary. The edge of the bat sent the ball rifling in the opposite direction and over the slips for four. In Fisher’s next over, de Lange continued with his customary fusilade. The first ball was launched to long on for four. The second might have startled the owner of the ice cream van beyond the long on boundary as it all but found its range. Another crossed the deep midwicket boundary leaving the deep square leg fielder helpless. De Lange’s post-apocalyptic assault gave the Somerset spirit a fleeting lift, but the head knew it was too late. De Lange’s next swing was not equal to Fisher’s yorker. He was bowled for 22 from 11 balls. Green, who had been at the wicket since the departure of Banton, ended 13 not out from 47 balls in just over an hour of calm defence at the eye of the storm. Somerset ended on 134, leaving their supporters, at least this one, feeling numb at the thought of those crumbling Championship ambitions.

“Yes!” I found myself shouting within minutes of the players returning to the field. Punching the air too. De Lange had cramped Lyth with a lifting ball which Lyth, defending, edged to Davies. Yorkshire were 1 for 1, and suddenly there was hope for Somerset. De Lange and Davey continued to pressurise the batsmen, bowling tightly, constraining the batsmen, and beating the edge. Hill did drive and then cut Davey for four but left the bowler with his hands clutching his head at how close to the edge another ball had passed. After eight overs the score was just 11 for 1 and Somerset had gained some purchase on the Yorkshire innings. But with de Lange finishing his opening four-over spell, and no Overton or Gregory, Abell found himself bowling the tenth over of an innings where the pitch and situation called out for another front-line pace bowler. Abell has developed into an excellent fourth or fifth seamer in recent years, but it was impossible to suppress the anxiety at the knowledge that Somerset had no specialist third seamer to exploit de Lange’s breakthrough and the North Marine Road pitch.

Even so, Davey and Abell held Yorkshire in check. Davey, not the tallest or fastest of bowlers, but one of the more accurate, persuaded a ball to lift sufficiently to strike Kohler-Cadmore on the arm. The blow caused the batsman to go off after extensive on-field repair work failed. He was replaced by Gary Ballance whom Somerset welcomed with four slips. He responded by pulling Abell behind square to the boundary. Then Yorkshire dug in, clawing their way forward at one and a half runs an over. Progress was as glacial as the Azhar-Hildreth partnership had been for Somerset, but defending a total of 134, Somerset needed wickets, and despite his persistent questioning of the batsmen’s technique Davey could not break through. The pressure was still on the batsmen, but the Somerset bowlers could not quite unleash the storm that the Somerset batsmen had faced, and the Yorkshire batsmen held their own.

When Lammonby, no more a front-line seamer than Abell, replaced Davey, the Yorkshire batsmen began to apply rather than absorb pressure. Hill drove him effortlessly and straight of mid-off to the Peaseholm Park boundary, dabbed him through slip towards the Trafalgar Square End, and drove, effortlessly again, off the back foot through the covers to the wooden seating on the Popular Bank. With Ballance taking a boundary off Abell and three more from Lammonby, Yorkshire reached tea on 47 for 1. With their scoring rate now approaching two and a half an over and had closed to within 87 runs of Somerset.

Hazy cloud welcomed the players back after tea and Somerset confronted the batsmen with Davey and de Lange. For a moment it seemed they might spike Yorkshire’s advance. Hill attempted to cut Davey, instead found the edge, and Hildreth took the catch thigh high falling backwards at first slip. Hill 29 in an hour and a half at the crease. That brought the injured Kohler-Cadmore back to the wicket. “Come on!” I found myself shouting from my armchair. And come on Davey did. First, he beat Kohler-Cadmore, followed that with a huge leg before wicket appeal, and then forced an edge to Abell at second slip. Abell took the catch, and flicked the ball back-handed into the air with what appeared to be a monumental sense of relief. Suddenly, Yorkshire were 51 for 3, Kohler-Cadmore one from 26 balls either side of his injury, and Somerset were battling back.

But from there Yorkshire gradually re-established the grip on the match they had held in the first two sessions. Ballance and Brook became more positive, Brook taking advantage of Davey veering onto his legs, driving him through long on for four. Ballance cut de Lange square to the Popular Bank and when Abell replaced Davey, he was driven through wide mid-off for four more. Yorkshire were moving, and Abell and Davey could not hold them back. Brook edged Davey to the third man boundary, and then cut him through point to the West Stand before driving Abell through the off side to the Peaseholm Park End. Davey did eventually find a way through, forcing an edge from a Ballance defensive stroke from where the ball flew straight to Abell at second slip. Yorkshire were 89 for 4. Ballance 32. But Somerset’s lead had been reduced to 45 with the shine of the new ball spent. If Somerset still clung on, it was by the shortest of fingernails.

Ballance’s departure brought Dom Bess to the wicket to face Somerset for the first time since he left Taunton at the end of the 2019 season. He played a more defensive innings than was his wont with Somerset, but with Brook playing freely at the other end Yorkshire needed Bess’s end secure to confirm their growing ascendancy, and Bess played a give-nothing innings tailored to their need. Brook meanwhile took three fours in an over from Green, all driven through the off side. It was an emphatic statement of Yorkshire’s intent. It took them to 101 for four, just 33 behind, and the weight of wickets still standing was now bearing down heavily on Somerset’s scant first innings score.

Still Somerset pressed. At first, De Lange and Leach applied something of a brake. But when Brook pulled de Lange, the ball cleared the rope at long leg. Bess then steered Leach to the third man boundary and he and Brook rotated the strike with some purpose, pushing the overall Yorkshire run rate closer to three an over. Somerset were now under the most severe pressure. Then, Bess advanced down the wicket to meet a delivery from Leach. The ball defeated him, and Davies had the bails off with the finesse with which a spot of dust might be removed from a prize sideboard. Yorkshire were 122 for 5, Bess 10. They were just 12 behind, but still Somerset clung on.

Brook though was now scoring freely, and continued to find the boundary as the close of play approached. Somerset’s 134 was caught and left behind. Brook brought up his fifty from 51 balls with a neat steer to the third man boundary. Leach was cut through backward point and Davey driven through the off side to the Trafalgar Square End. Then, with Yorkshire 20 ahead, Brook edged the ball. As Somerset hearts held their beat, Davies dived to his right, got his hands to the ball, and dropped it. “That could be huge,” said the instant text. The sigh that followed it said it even more succinctly. As did the silent intake of breath as, in the final over, Abell dropped short to Brook and was pulled brutally in front of square for another boundary. Brook ended the day on 79. He was the only batsman on either side to get a start and then go on. Somerset are still just in sight of Yorkshire but, Brook to the fore, Yorkshire are on the brink of disappearing into the middle distance or even beyond. And beyond that, Yorkshire’s five pacemen of the apocalypse await their second opportunity.

Close. Somerset 134 (M.D. Fisher 5-41). Yorkshire 159 for 5. Yorkshire lead by 25 runs with five second innings wickets standing.