The last telephone call from Michael Marshall was in midsummer. Should we sit together at the half-century dinner of the cricket-writers’ club at Lord’s? Sorry, I hadn’t booked. I wish I had. Sir Michael died this month at 76. For a devout Yorkshireman, I suppose having to be Conservative MP for Arundel for 32 years had compensations for pastoral cricketing even if the castle’s fabled private ground was a world away from Sheffield’s Bramall Lane where Marshall, as he said, ‘learned the lore of the game’ long before his father sent him south to Bradfield.
Michael was fully entitled to be an eminence of our cricket-writers’ club, not only for his books and journalism but in his early business career representing Sheffield steel in Calcutta and Bombay when he was a regular cricket commentator for All India Radio. The Daily Telegraph obit listed only A Celebration of Lords and Commons Cricket (1989) as his cricket book, but two years earlier he had produced the far more substantial Gentlemen and Players, a diligently researched, vivid and highly readable documentary on the old amateur–professionals divide; it remains in the all-time First XI for social histories on any sport. As well, Marshall wrote books on business, technology and his companion hobby, theatre and the music hall.
I never went to his beloved Bramall Lane for cricket. It finished in 1973. Keeper of the white-rose log for aeons was prickly J.M. Kilburn of the Yorkshire Post, who described the ancient sanctum of Marshall’s childhood as ‘treeless, enclosed, begrimed, its outline harsh, its colours drab, its air filthy, nothing to commend it — but history. Yet from its uncomfortable seats a warmth of affection flowed out to favourites, and a chilling tide of disparagement for those not fortunate enough to be so.’
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