The cricket at Cheltenham last week was reassuringly old–fashioned. In the last session of the fourth day, Gloucestershire’s bowlers took a flurry of wickets to beat Middlesex by 164 runs, watched by spectators who assemble at the college ground each July from all over England to renew a much-loved ritual. ‘Proper cricket,’ said a chap from Slad.
They were joined, as ever, by dozens of retired cricketers, fed and watered in one of the tents which ring this most evocative of grounds. Little wonder those former players choose to hold their annual gathering in Cheltenham. Here they can bear witness to championship cricket as they once played it; a traditional sport matured over 150 years of custom. The Cheltenham festival is almost a definition of England in high summer.
Prepare for the great schism. Next week a new tournament called The Hundred arrives, trailing clouds of glory, at least in the eyes of its backers at the England and Wales Cricket Board (ECB), which has thrown its war chest at a venture designed quite deliberately to attract a younger, urban and more ‘diverse’ crowd.
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