This site contains the collected writings of ‘Farmer White’ on Somerset cricket. During the English domestic cricket season match reports on most days of Somerset CCC First XI cricket will appear on this site, normally within a day or so of the cricket played. During the winter months occasional posts will appear. These may consist of historic ‘Farmer White’ match reports written before this site was launched in November 2018, articles and occasional poems. The most recent item will appear immediately beneath this note with earlier items, in reverse date order, beneath that. Please scroll down to view.
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County Championship Division 1. Kent v Somerset. 10th, 11th, 12th and 13th June. Canterbury.
Overnight. Kent 139 and 24 for 2. Somerset 169. Kent trail by six runs with eight second innings wickets standing.
Fourth day. 13th June – “Incredible. Just incredible.”
“Incredible. Just incredible.” said the text. And incredible it was. Eight Kent wickets in less than an hour and the sight of Somerset’s Overton brothers gathering slip catches at second and third slip as if they were catching tennis balls thrown to them on a beach. That is the overriding picture that sticks in the mind after a final afternoon sitting in the top of the Frank Woolley Stand at the Pavilion End of the St. Lawrence Ground. Sitting among the images of those Overton catches is one of Davies flying effortlessly down the leg side at full stretch to snare a ball which had found the inside edge of the bat. Seen from behind on a small ground the view of slip and wicketkeeping catches is to my mind one of the great sights of cricket. The action is close, nothing impedes the view and you can watch the arc of the ball all the way to the hands of the fielder unless it flies straight to him. Whereas the ball which flew of the edge of Dickson’s bat and straight into the hands of Hildreth at the far end disappeared into a flurry of distant movement from bat, batsman, bowler and keeper. Only the instantaneous celebration of the cordon and Overton running to the far end, arm held aloft, set the heart racing yet again.Read More »