WG Grace on his 66th birthday

The beard in winter: Grace on his 66th birthday

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Cricket's greatest bastard

Bad boy WG Grace is easy to love but good boy WG Grace (and the accompanying legend) is hard to bear

Jarrod Kimber |

Everyone knows WG Grace. He isn't synonymous with cricket; he's been in a partnership with it since the 1800s. There are busts of him, statues of him, pictures of him, avatars of him the world over. He has gates named after him, has starred in films posthumously, and people are still writing non-fiction, and fiction, about him.

My father's unkind nickname from his wicketkeeper was WG. Virtually any tubby bloke with a noticeable beard from a cricket nation has probably been called the same.

Where I live, a four-and-a-half-minute walk away is a pub. It is not a great pub. It's oddly set up, has a poor bourbon selection, and it sells "jam donut shots". They once advertised a "black Elvis" performance. Mostly it is only full when there has been a big funeral at the cemetery next door.

The pub is called The Graces.

In that cemetery, barely an Albert Trott hit away, on the side opposite Thomas Crapper's grave, rests WG Grace. It is an old cemetery, full of South London families of the highest order. The gravestones are amazingly big, and expensive looking. But in the older areas, reserved for those long dead, they are crumbling, falling or just indistinguishable because of their fading greyness.

What of the fact that despite saying he was an amateur, he was better paid than any of the professionals he played with? Or that he missed Test tours when the price wasn't right?

One stands out. It doesn't have a belly or a beard, but it isn't made of the normal concrete that the others are made of. This one is resplendent in its cricket-white marble. As the history fades around him, Grace's grave looks brand new. Quite often, over 100 years on from his death, there will be flowers there.

Even I visited it, and I hate WG Grace.

I don't hate the man or the player, but I hate what he stands for. That he represents the English class system, the English-focused coverage of cricket history, or even its present. The idea that cricket was somehow better in his day. And that he is an untouchable cricket deity whom we all have to respect.

The grand old man, they call him.

Let's dissect the grand old man. He was born into a world that was segregated along class lines. He was on the right side of the segregation. That meant that he wasn't some kid out on the street playing when he could, but that he had access to his own coach. Oh, how many young boys who loved cricket would like to, as Grace puts it, be born "in the atmosphere of cricket"?

Grace's second bit of luck was that he lived in an interesting time for cricket. There was underarm bowling, roundarm bowling and overarm bowling. Cricket has never truly had an era like it. A new kind of batting would have to be invented to conquer it. So Grace did something foreign to other batsmen. He went forward when the ball was full, or back when it was short.

They've come to see my face on greeting cards

They've come to see my face on greeting cards © Getty Images

Back then it was a revolution. Now we call it batting.

This, and the runs he scored, helped him change the game. Build the game, even.

And he did so for good and proper cricket reasons. Grace was, at his best, perhaps even better than his rivals than Don Bradman ever was. In 1871 he scored ten first-class hundreds. The rest of cricket in England - county, university, Gentlemen v Players, and whatever other nonsense games had first-class status that summer, 52 of them in all - produced only seven more. He didn't outscore other batsmen, he outscored all of cricket.

His natural class - and he was a gentleman, but far from the lords, dukes and earls who also played cricket - was also a huge help to him. And, cricket.

Had he been a woman, of any shade of pigmentation darker than white, or poor, he wouldn't have become a worldwide name.

Being a gentleman allowed Grace to be chronicled far more than he would have been for just being a great player. We have records of him playing as young as 11. He wouldn't have had specialist coaching. He wouldn't have been rushed through to first-class cricket. He wouldn't have become a big-ticket item.

Grace made Kevin Pietersen look like Alastair Cook. Yet, he's a hero. An icon. The grand old man from cricket's supposed golden era

Grace was such a big-ticket item that tickets were more expensive when his name was on them. Yankee Stadium was known as "the house that Ruth built". Grace was doing that to stadia across England, and beyond, before baseball was America's pastime. He was a global athlete before sport was global. And before sportsmen were famous. He had played in Australia, Malta, Ceylon, Scotland, Ireland, New Zealand, Canada and the US before the modern Olympics began.

Besides Queen Victoria, Grace had the most famous face in Britain. The face of Colman's Mustard. One of the first advertising deals in sports history. He was a megastar before the term had been invented. He had a well-known image before close-ups and Jumbotrons.

You can see why this player, nay gentleman superstar, is still so much thought of today. Why he is often seen as the God of the game. This heavenly creature of legend - sure a bit cheeky, putting the bails back on and such, but totally justified considering what he did for the sport.

It's the holy image that grates on me. I love that he helped batting, and advertised cricket like his beard was a wandering billboard. But he wasn't some lovely old chap who was a bit cheeky; he was a ruthless bastard who hated to lose, and loved to make money.

To use a Monty Pythonism, which is apt, as it was they who used Grace as God in their films, "He's not the messiah, he's a very naughty boy."

Grace ran out Sammy Jones in a Test match when Jones went down the pitch to do some gardening. How would the great and good who trickle through the Grace gates early on the morning of a Lord's Test handle their captain doing the same now? Or an opposition captain? They wouldn't have to pop out the champagne corks, they'd inhale them with violent shocked breaths.

And what of his sporting kidnapping of Billy Midwinter from the Australian team? Or the fact that despite saying he was an amateur, he was better paid than any of the professionals he played with? Or that he missed Test tours when the price wasn't right? Or that he missed Tests at all? Or, most shockingly, that he was accused by the Sydney Mail of betting on the matches he played in?

Ever the icon: a spectator kitted out as the good doctor at the Trent Bridge Test of 2005

Ever the icon: a spectator kitted out as the good doctor at the Trent Bridge Test of 2005 © PA Photos

Grace made Kevin Pietersen look like Alastair Cook. Yet he's a hero. An icon. The grand old man from cricket's supposed golden era, when to play cricket you needed a penis, a white penis, and it helped if that penis came from the right kind of family.

It isn't really Grace whom I hate. Sure, he comes across as an egocentric out-of-touch bore who thought the rules didn't apply to him. But he could bat. And really, that should, and does matter most.

What I really hate is the whitewashing of his story to make him seem more like a cheeky star rather than what he was, a freelance cricketer who did whatever he had to do to improve his bank balance and image, and occasionally to win. That is okay. That doesn't make him a gentleman, and given that he is cricket's holy ghost, that puts him in direct conflict with those who hold the spirit of cricket to their bosom.

Maybe what bothers me the most is that despite knowing what he looks like, and that he was great at cricket, most people don't actually know Grace. They know the image now, not the man.

He was international cricket's first flawed genius. A one-man evolution. A billboard. A cheat. A batsman. A bastard. But what a bastard.

Jarrod Kimber is the author of Test Cricket: The Unauthorised Biography and director of Death of a Gentleman. @ajarrodkimber





  • POSTED BY Harsh on | April 17, 2016, 18:24 GMT

    Personally I would vote W.G.Grace as the greatest cricketer of all time considering his original contribution ,his longetivity and domination at his peak.As a cricketer W.G.made an impact of a British colonial army displaying an aura of invincibility.Later cricketers of similar stature did not equal W.G.'s staggering all-round figures in the 1870's.He posessed an x-factor no c cricketer ever had and pranced on the cricket field like a great statesman.He posesesd every quality of a great cricketer from the genius of Trumper,to the power of Hammond,the technique of Hobb s,the agression of Hobbs,the all-round skill of Wilfred Rhodes and the originality of Compton.What he lacked was sadly the spirit of sportsmanship which he often violated on the cricket field.While playing he often exhibited the domineeering colonial spirit of the empire .Few sportsmen towered over their peers to the extent of W.G .

  • POSTED BY Harsh on | April 17, 2016, 18:13 GMT

    In my personal book W.G.Grace emulated every other cricketer in the history of Cricket.No sportsman ,let alone cricketer has stood at the top of the pedestal for such a long reign.W.G.pioneered the forward and backward foot movements and defined the glorious game of cricket more than anyone.His impact or domination of the game arguably eclipsed Sachin Tendulkar,Don Bradman or Gary Sobers.When walking to the crease he reminded one of a great emperor walking to a parade.Scoring 1000 runs 28 time,taking 100 wickets and scoring 1000 runs in 8 successive seasons,scoring an aggregate of 54896 runs and capturing 2876 wickets is a phenomenal achievement which no cricketing great has equalled.W.G.was prolific on wickets of uncut grass scoring an unbeaten 344.True he hardly played test cricket but remember the level of competitiveness of county cricket and the treacherous batting conditions of that era.On the cricket field W.G.resembled a galleon in full sail or one of Queen Victoria's warships.

  • POSTED BY anywhe2743053 on | April 11, 2016, 12:56 GMT

    JOHN-PRICE - "CLR James argues that he was the most famous and popular Victorian public figure and his contribution took cricket from being a minor pursuit of the aristocracy to the first universally popular sport. "

    I really must disagree with this. It is true that Grace loomed very large and deservedly so in the cricket of his day , but to think that cricket was a minor pursuit of the aristocracy before him is simply wrong. Cricket had been a popular sport, especially for the betting, since at least the 1740s, the MCC was formed in 1787 and tours to other continents began before Grace was an adult. There is also the evidence of the popularity of touring XIs such as the All-England XI which arose long before Grace bestrode the cricketing world.

  • POSTED BY xxxxx on | April 10, 2016, 20:44 GMT

    Not sure what Jarrod was thinking here. Messing with national icons is tricky at the best of times but mess with another nation's and you may well find yourself in the Tower. Let's put the class and the gentleman aspects to one side for a few moments and try something slightly radical (I have never understood what class or being a gentleman had to do with producing an elegant cover drive or great inswinging yorker, anyway). If you remove the beard, reduce the paunch just a little and change WG from being primarily batsman to primarily bowler, who do get? I can almost hear a packed MCG providing the answer: "Warnie ........... Warnie ........... Warnie".

  • POSTED BY anywhe2743053 on | April 10, 2016, 13:05 GMT

    In the 1870s Grace dominated cricket to an even greater extent than Bradman. His stats for the period 1871-80 (when he was 32) were

    16,877 runs @ 49 and 1174 wickets @ 14.

    The next highest scorer in the period was the professional E Lockwood (Yorks) who scored 8,750 @ 24. No batsman scoring 2,000 runs or more in the period averaged more than 28 (Walter Read).

    On the bowling side only Alfred Shaw took more wickets in the period - 1,311 @ 11. Stats taken from Grace's ghosted autobiography Cricket .

    Grace's overall stats are stupendous but would have been even more remarkable had he not played regularly wheh he was past his best. Nonetheless, his batting when in his forties in the 1890s was remarkable , especially 1895 when he scored 1,000 runs in May, because this was the great age of English fast bowlers with the likes of Richardson, Mold, Lockwood, Kortright, Soar, Bradley, Woods, Hesketh-Pritchard, Shacklock. .

  • POSTED BY Steve on | April 10, 2016, 12:25 GMT

    Great champions in any walk of life and era are eccentric in nature. That's why they become such cult like figures. Grace was no exception.

  • POSTED BY Ozy Jones on | April 10, 2016, 4:31 GMT

    Jarrod... I love ya, mate. I really do. I even purchased your latest book from Amazon, instead of pirating it. That's how much I respect your writing.... but this, SJW appeasing line?

    "Had he been a woman, of any shade of pigmentation darker than white, or poor, he wouldn't have become a worldwide name."

    If Gandhi had been a woman, any shade of pigmentation lighter than Indian, or too poor to travel to London to study law, he wouldn't have become a household name.

    You can play this game with any historical figure and it means little.

  • POSTED BY John on | April 9, 2016, 10:32 GMT

    I found this a very strange article. Grace was not an aristocratic, he was a member of the professional middle classes. For many years worked as a doctor and apparently was well thought of by his patients, and, so I understand, did not charge the poor for his services. Also, the idea that his gamesmanship is something that is not widely known or talked about is ridiculous. Mention the name Grace to any cricket follower and they will come up with a story about his sharp practice - it's the one thing everyone knows.

    What he did do though is put cricket on he map. CLR James argues that he was the most famous and popular Victorian public figure and his contribution took cricket from being a minor pursuit of the aristocracy to the first universally popular sport. That is why he is honoured and rightly so.

  • POSTED BY Adam on | April 9, 2016, 8:14 GMT

    Whilst you are right about much of this, Jarrod. Ranji, who came very soon afterwards, was also a megastar. Of course it helped that he was also a prince!

  • POSTED BY Faisal on | April 5, 2016, 4:41 GMT

    Can you dare to hate this man? Not at all mate. Jarrod, you can't hate this man. I know you love him very much.