Cricket: A Modern Anthology. Jonathan Agnew

though never intimate. He used to enjoy a game of snooker in the club but would discreetly withdraw when people started to bet on his skill (which was considerable).

      He gave a series of lectures to the troops, mainly on cricket and fishing. He even managed to play a few games of cricket, but had little opportunity to show what he could do since the local umpires were as keen to take his wicket as were the bowlers. There was one first-class match however. It was in early 1944 at Bombay and its purpose was to raise money for war charities. Jardine captained a Services XI against an Indian XI led by Mushtaq Ali. Hardstaff and Jardine shared an attractive stand and both players made runs, but the Indian XI won an exciting match with 12 minutes to spare.

      It may seem strange that a man with such exceptional gifts of courage and leadership should have been allowed to while away the latter half of the war doling out provisions. It has been stated that he was kept out of things because of bodyline, but this is quite untrue. The explanation, and one is certainly needed, is not so convenient. He had never been a great respecter of authority, or maybe it would be more accurate to say that he was unwilling to submit to the sort of authority for which he had no respect. In the army, his concern for the problems and welfare of those under his command lessened his effectiveness as a leader in the eyes of his superiors. Humanity, the very quality he has been said to have lacked, prevented him from being given more crucial work.

      Like many in 1945, he found himself newly demobbed and without prospects. He had hoped to come back to a job in coal mining which had been promised to him, but he found that the job had disappeared and he had to look around for something else. Meanwhile Margaret Jardine had moved the family into an old manor house at Drayton, in Somerset. The move was not altogether successful, Jardine’s temperament was not suited to rural tranquility and this, combined with his urgent need to find a job, resulted in another move to Radlett in Hertfordshire. He was then appointed Company Secretary to a firm of paper manufacturers in London, Wiggins Teape.

      In 1946 he took part in a perfectly stage-managed centenary match at the Oval. It was not first-class but it was attended with ceremony worthy of a Test match. The sides were Surrey and Old England and the match was played in aid of Surrey’s centenary appeal. There was a festival atmosphere with a band playing, the King present and the sun shining. 15,000 people saw Percy Fender lead out his Old England side which included Jardine, Sutcliffe, Hendren, Sandham, Woolley, Tate and Freeman. Surrey batted first and made 248 for 6 declared. Old England very nearly got the runs thanks to substantial innings from Woolley, Hendren and Jardine. Jardine and Hendren put on 108 with Jardine’s contribution being 54. ‘D. R. Jardine,’ said Wisden, ‘wearing his Oxford Harlequin cap, was as polished as ever in academic skill.’

      When he was fielding he cut a lonely figure, according to one person who saw the match. He was positioned on the boundary and chased the ball with stiff-kneed studiousness, not joining in the conversations at the fall of each wicket or in between overs. It was his first major appearance since the outlawing of bodyline, and perhaps he was as nervous about talking to his team-mates as he was about the reception the crowd would give him. Both were cordial enough, it seems, without being overwhelming.

      By 1948, a slight change of opinion had taken place. He was not exonerated exactly, but the need for a scapegoat was not so pressing as before the war. The new attitude was reflected in Wisden’s obituary of M. R. Jardine, who died in the early part of 1947:

      His son, D. R. Jardine, captained England during the Australian tour of 1932–33 when the Ashes were recovered in the series of five matches made notable by the ‘bodyline’ description of specially fast bowling, introduced in a manner since copied by Australian teams without objection by England or adverse criticism.

      Lindwall and Miller had humbled the 1946–47 English team with the aid of a liberal sprinkling of short-pitched deliveries. It was not bodyline but, because the bumper had been used so very sparingly since 1935, its sudden re-introduction caused a certain amount of consternation. And when Lindwall and Miller persisted with their methods in the 1948 series, there were those who feared that things might be getting out of hand again. The real cause of the trouble was the usual one: one side had fast bowlers and the other did not. The English feeling was that the score had at last been settled. The crime of bodyline had, to a large extent, been expiated and Jardine was no longer quite the guilty reminder to the nation’s cricketing conscience.

      At the end of the 1948 season, he was persuaded to captain an England XI against Glamorgan, the Champion County, at Cardiff. His reception from the crowd was warm and enthusiastic. He made no specially notable contribution to the match and even declined to go for a win in the final session when it seemed to be there for the taking. His undeniably slow batting passed almost without a murmur; those present had the defeat of England in the Tests fresh in their minds and Jardine’s presence was a reminder that when he was in his prime the Australians were far from invincible.

      As had been the case after the First World War, there seemed little hope of winning the Ashes for quite a few years. An excellent publication called The Daily Worker Cricket Handbook 1949, which one would have expected to have been the least nationalistically minded, was quite distraught at England’s inability to knock the stuffing out of the Aussies, and bemoaned the absence of men such as Jardine who had the mettle to put things right. (Just to please the hard-line readership, though, there was an attack on MCC snobbism.) He was missed a great deal more than was generally admitted. Indeed, this is still the case. While researching this book I received letters and listened to testimonies which, while deprecating the use of bodyline, would frequently finish with the statement, or variations on it: ‘But we could do with a few more like Douglas now.’ And in September 1980 at Lord’s I overheard a senior MCC member saying to his pal, ‘Of course, the last real captain we had was Jardine!’

      In 1953 he was elected to be the first president of the Umpires Association. This was a job he thoroughly enjoyed. He had always been especially interested in umpiring and had the highest respect for those who undertook it. From 1955 to 1957 he was president of Oxford University Cricket Club, which might be considered a somewhat belated honour since he was never elected to captain the University; he and Lord Harris are the only two Oxonians to have captained England but not Oxford against Cambridge.

      He took up journalism again in 1953 for the Star but, whether because of editorial constraints or for other reasons, his writing fell some way short of the standard he had set for himself in 1939 on the Daily Telegraph. 1953 was the year in which England won back the Ashes for the first time since Jardine’s side had done it in 1933. Jardine had the highest opinion of Hutton’s captaincy and wrote that it was ‘a joy to report’ his success in that role. Jardine held different views from Lord Hawke on the subject of professional captains. He had always firmly expressed the view that many more professionals could with advantage be appointed as captains and elected to serve on selection committees. Verity, he believed, would have made a particularly good captain, as would Sutcliffe, who proved his ability when leading the Players on four occasions. In fact, if Sutcliffe had accepted the Yorkshire captaincy when it was supposedly offered to him in 1927, he might well have been given the England captaincy ahead of Jardine when the time came.

      Jardine was moderately successful as a cricket commentator on the radio. His observations were always perceptive and lucidly expressed, but his delivery was a little slow for post-war tastes. It certainly lacked the bite of the modern ‘I don’t know what’s going on out there’ school. He undertook these broadcasting and journalistic engagements more out of a need to earn a living than as a means of maintaining contact with the first-class game. By now he had a wife and four children to support. Things weren’t quite as hard as earlier in their marriage when Margaret Jardine had taken to smallholding, but the extra income was useful and Jardine himself contributed short stories to the evening newspapers which brought in a bit more. He tended to worry a good deal about money but defied the constraints of austerity to the extent of running a somewhat decrepit Rolls Royce Phantom II, bought from a chap in Bognor Regis where the family were holidaying.

      The family was a very close one and Jardine involved himself more in the children’s upbringing than most men of his class were accustomed to do at the time. He read to them, played with them, took them on outings (the circus