The Enigma Moves on

A part of my youth ended today. Graeme Hick, the prolific Worcestershire batsman and my only true sporting idol, has announced he will retire at the end of this season. Hick made his Worcester debut in 1983 as a 17 year old and scored 82 not out while batting at number eight. He score 2,000 runs in 1986, was named one of the Five Cricketers of the Year by the Wisden in 1987, and scored 405* against Somerset in 1988 while becoming the first Englishman in a generation to score 1,000 runs before June. And on June 8th 1990, Graeme Hick scored his second fifty off 13 balls on his way to an unbeaten 101 against Ireland at Castle Avenue.

My old man had told me all about this Graeme Hick guy. He had scored 400 runs in a match, he was the greatest player ever, you have to see him! I was eight years old and not too bothered either way to be honest. But off we went, up Kincora Road to Clontarf Cricket Club to see the Worcester of Graeme Hick. To us, the county’s other start - Ian Botham - was only a minor bonus. Al we cared about was Hicky.

My memories of that day are few but vivid. The ground was packed. I had started playing with the under 9s there the year before and on that day the ground seemed impossibly full. Hick was bowled off a no ball on zero (apparently the call was a dubious one to say the least) but then he and Beefy took control. Botham hit the ball miles over the pavillion and in to the car park. Hick hit it further. I was beside the players' entrance when they walked back in after their innings (along with every other kid in Dublin it seemed). Beefy was huge. Hick was the biggest man I had ever seen. A week later my dad bought me my first proper cricket bat. It was a size 4 Duncan Fearnley "Hick 405". It was love at first sight. From that day on I was captivated by the "flat track bully".

Any time he came into bat I had to watch. And it wasn't just "watch" in the normal sense of the word. I treated every ball he faced like the last kick of a penalty shoot out in the World Cup final. Whether it was a quaint 40 overs match on Sunday Grandstand or Lords Test Match Saturday, my experience of watching Graeme Hick bat ranged from something like uneasiness to pure terror. By the mid 1990s this had progressed (or should it be digressed?) to "watching" his matches on Ceefax. Nothing else mattered. I simply couldn't bare the thought of him not making any runs. This sort of irrational behaviour continues to this day.

A year later in 1991 I was riveted and then perplexed by Hick's entrance to the test arena. How could someone so perfect not score millions against the West Indies? When he was eventually dropped I went into a sulk (a pattern that would continue for the next ten years). When he finally made his first test century in India in 1992/3 I rejoiced. I still have my Playfair annual from 1993 which displays proudly that the man now called "The Enigma" in our house topped the batting and bowling averages of that ill fated tour as well as taking the most catches for England. I stayed up for hours listening (we hadn’t got Sky Sports yet) to him and Graham Thorpe trying to save the first test in Brisbane in 1994 and then waited in vain for him to get his hundred against Australia two months later in Sydney. It was a normal for me that whenever he was dropped or had a bad spell, it was never his fault. I quite liked Michael Atherton until his fateful declaration with my hero on 98. From that moment on Athers became the focus of my hatred. Far more than, say, Raymond Illingworth. Everytime he was dropped it was a conspiracy led by the hated Lancastrian. I suppose the nuances of selection policy were just too much for a 13 year old.

By the end of the 90s it had become clear to most of the cricketing world (but definitely not me), that Graeme Hick would never reproduce his county form on the world stage. In 1998 he had made a triumphant return to the test team after a two year hiatus with a glorious 108 against Sri Lanka. "That had to have booked his flight to Australia," I thought. Wrong. John Crawley bagged 156 and with it the last seat Down Under. My hero who supposedly couldn't play fast bowling did end up flying down as a replacement that winter and beat up the Aussies with thrilling half century on a lightning pitch in Perth (my Dad woke me on a Saturday morning to watch that) but, save for the odd flash, in Test cricket he was on a permanent downward spiral. Although he would continue to be a force in One Day Internationals (he should have been in England's 2003 World Cup squad and a case could have been made for 2007 as well) He would only have one more truly significant innings at the highest level - a forty against Pakistan which helped secure England's first series win in Pakistan in a generation. His average fell from 38.66 after the tour of South Africa in 1996 to a mere 31.32 by the end.

Why did he never quite make it to the top of the Test game? I do not know (and believe me I've thought about it). My own opinion is that if Zimbabwe had been a test nation back in the 80s, or if had been allowed play for England in 1987 or 88, I would now be reminiscing about my idol playing 120 tests and averaging about 62. Instead, he was allowed to plunder attacks at will and didn’t have to tighten up his technique the way a player has to if he wants to make it in tests. All the bad habits he had picked up had to ironed at 27 instead of 21 or 22. Obviously the older you get the harder it is to change your ways and he paid the price for it.

Then again, if had played 120 tests and averaged 62, would he have been my hero? Perhaps his failings, his all too human weaknesses made him more real to me. Perhaps I was able to relate to him much more as a result. For me, The Enigma has always fascinated me because he was, well, an enigma. Kevin Pietersen is a terrific player but he could never fascinate me the way Hick could. His otherworldly ability combined with his very human frailties and retiring personality showed me that you don't have to be Mr. Bombastic to succeed. Hick proved (to me at least) that you can be yourself and still be a success. In a hundred years time will anyone be talking about Hick's failings in tests? Or will they talk about his 63,000 runs and 176 hundreds? My money is on the latter. And if you think Hick failed because he only averaged only 31 in tests, I leave you with this stat. WG Grace finished with a test average of 32. Do we recall him as a failure?