Lord's was a strange sight in the latter part of
Monday afternoon. At least it was strange to me, who am about a one-day-a-year observer of cricket. The strangeness was created by Lindwall, who bowls with the tort of speed that I believe is known as supersonic. When he was on, there was about the length of three pitches between him and the wicket-keeper. Lindwall at the beginning of his run was fully a pitch behind the bowler's wicket, Tallon, very prudently, not far short of a pitch behind the batsman's. Lindwall took a prodigious run and at the end of it launched the ball. Few of the spectators could see it; the Middlesex batsmen apparently some- times did and sometimes didn't. Edrich ran out to it with his pads well in front of the wicket ; l.b.w. b. Lindwall r. Mann, the captain, did something with the bat at his first ball and the wicket was shot to pieces. Robertson played confidently, but the ball got up and banged him on the head, and off he went to the pavilion. Tallon, the wicket-keeper, stopped the ball with something other than his hands, and doubled up ; however, after a minute or two of agony he pulled himself together and carried on. And then they call cricket a dull game. Anyway, with Sims taking 6 for 65 Middlesex showed that there are still one or two bowlers available, even if we have to look among the over-forties for them. And Dewes, with his gallant 51, well asserted the claims of youth.
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