published in Country Life 7 Jan 2006
Forget Flintoff and company. My favourite England cricketer of all time is Joseph Emile Patrick McMaster. Indeed, I am haunted by him.
McMaster played one Test Match for England, although he did not know it at the time. It was the second match between Major Warton’s touring party and the South Africans, played at Newlands, Cape Town, on 25-26 March 1889, and was given Test status retrospectively.
England won the toss and batted first. McMaster came in at Number 9, with the score at 287 for 7, when Bobby Abel of Surrey was bowled by “Gobo” Ashley for 120. No doubt McMaster had to wait for the applause for the Surrey professional’s century, the first ever scored in South Africa. He took guard against the left-arm medium Ashley – and was out first ball, caught by Rose-Innes. He took the long walk back, perhaps murmuring an apology to the next batsman, Hon C J Coventry, now facing a hat-trick ball.
The golden duck was the zenith of his career. He fielded out two South African innings in which they were routed for 47 and 43 by Lancashire’s slow left-arm genius Johnny Briggs. He was not required to bowl his leg-breaks. He took no catch, as Briggs hit the stumps 14 times in a match analysis of 15-28.
McMaster’s appearance represented his entire first-class career, giving him a record which is impossible to beat. One ball faced, no runs, no wickets, no catches. He is a cricketing Yarborough, a total, statistical nullity. But who was this hero? How did he come to be playing for England? And what happened to him afterwards?
By courtesy of Peter Wynne-Thomas, secretary of the Association of Cricket Statisticians and Historians, I learn that “J E P” was born in Gilford, County Down, on 16 March 1861, which made him 28 when he began his England career. He went to Harrow and Trinity College, Cambridge, where he won a blue at the new-fangled sport of lawn tennis in 1881. He qualified as a barrister in 1888, just before his England tour. He died in Bloomsbury, London on 7 June 1929, by coincidence in the midst of a South African tour of England.
Truly a man of mystery. Why did he play no cricket for Cambridge University, or for any other first-class side? Did lawn tennis and the law take up too much of his time? Why then – with his legal career only just started – could he afford to gad about with Major Warton? And why was he selected? Was he a “good tourist”? Did he keep the dressing room in stitches with his witty impersonations of Mr Gladstone? I would so like to know. There is a picture of him in the Warton party, sitting on the ground. It shows a lean, pleasant-looking man, but no different from many other late Victorians. It gives no hint of the inner steel which propelled him into the Test team during that tough pioneering tour.
J E P won his cap from the young England skipper Monty Bowden, himself deputizing for the injured C A “Round-the-Corner” Smith (later the character actor Sir C Aubrey Smith and founder-captain of the Hollywood Cricket Club). Was J E P disappointed to go in Number 9, three places below the wicket-keeper H Wood? Or was he playing as a specialist leg-breaker? Did he get nervous in the pavilion, watching Abel’s long innings against the persistent Gobo Ashley on a difficult pitch?
At last it is his turn. Ashley bounds in, four wickets already to his name, and on his way to seven. J E P makes the fatal contact.
How did it happen? I know not, except that he was not caught at the wicket. Did he perish gloriously on the long-on boundary? Or, as I would have done, did he grope forward uncertainly and get snapped up by the lurking Rose-Innes at silly point? Was there an umpiring controversy? Did J E P indeed make contact, or was it a clean catch? Was J E P “triggered” out of his innings by either of the English umpires, J A E Hickson or Major Warton himself?
For whatever reason, the dismissal brought down the curtain on J E P’s first-class career. But why did he never get another chance? Did he show dissent? At least he was not denied the retrospective glory of an England cap, and at least he knew about it, unlike poor Monty Bowden. He died of fever in Umtali only a few years later, buried in an improvised coffin made of whisky cartons which had to be guarded from marauding lions. (The genius Johnny Briggs died even more tragically in a mental asylum, but Hon C J Coventry survived a premature report of his death and was able to join his own funeral celebrations in his home village).
I like to imagine J E P in later life, toiling at the Bar, bored out of his mind in Chancery. He replays his fatal stroke over and over and turns it into a spanking boundary, the springboard of a career in cricket’s Golden Age. Each year he buys Wisden cricketers’ almanac, to view his entry in the Test players list.
I think of him playing club or village cricket, with the permanent aura of a Test player, a cherished wicket for opposition bowlers. Deliriously happy schoolboys would tell their mothers “I got McMaster out, the England player!” By contrast opposing batsmen would pat back his slow half-volleys and long-hops, for “You don’t take chances with McMaster, the England player.”
I hope too that there were McMaster children and grandchildren, to listen spellbound to his adventures on Major Warton’s tour, and when very good allowed to handle his England cap.
And on that sad day in June 1929 I hope that the touring South Africans paused to remember one of their earliest foes: J E P McMaster, the hero of zero.
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Richard Heller
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Richard Heller is President for Life of the London Erratic Cricket Club, and author of a cricket novel A Tale Of Ten Wickets and a sequel The Network.* His first play, Waiting For Gordo, a bleak existential drama about backbench life in the Labour party, recently had its world premiere in Brighton.
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Further notes on McMaster:
Did not make First XI for cricket at Harrow.
Described in “The Cricketing Record of Major Warton’s Tour” published by Charles Cox of the Port Elizabeth Advertiser as “Mr Emile McMaster, moderate bat and fair field. Played only in thirteen matches in South Africa and was fairly successful.” But scored only 107 runs in 17 innings, average 7.2. Top score a “carefully compiled” 34 not out against XXII from South-Western Districts. He did not bowl at all. Included in Test side due to illness of captain C Aubrey Smith. His first-ball dismissal was a smart catch in the slips.
He became a fruit farmer in Natal, although he died in London on 7 June 1929.
