The Blast Finals Day held at Edgbaston is the best value major sporting event of the summer. For £50 you can get a full 11 hours of cricket and a bunch of support acts including the magnificent Mascot Race, a heap of local bands playing on three stages and the awesome spectacle of the Hollis Stand- packed with revellers assembling beer snakes, racing up and down the aisles in fancy dress and singing Sweet Caroline (too many times).
Yesterday’s event was won by the Birmingham Bears (aka Warwickshire and our hearts were won by Andrew “Freddie” Flintoff. We were fortunate to be standing adjacent to Flintoff , as he made his way out. Not a perfect shot – but I wasn’t the only one!
To my 16 year old son, this was extroadinary in itself, but what was to follow will remain a sporting memory for both of us. All afternoon the Hollis had been chanting “ooo Jimmy , Jimmy” and he’d opened the bowling.
After an over of spin at the Pavillion end, Fred was on. His first ball deceived Ian Bell who played through it too early and skied a catch to Parry at long on. Parry snaffled it- right in front of us and Freddy had his wicket. It was a great catch and there were great celebrations.
Twice in the Bears’ innings I was able to glance at a scoreboard to see A Flintoff and J Anderson bowling in tandem.
But that was not it! With Lancashire falling ever behind the run-rate and Woakes recalled for the coup de Grace, Freddie arrived at the crease. After a couple of sighters, he launched two massive sixes into the crowd to leave fourteen off the final over. Sadly the faiy tale did not quite happen and Lancashire fell four short as Freddie lost strike and his partner could only hit two of the final six needed off the last ball- but it had been a great final- Freddy’s final!
Earlier this summer I had been able to watch Nick Faldo and Rory Mcilroy play adjacent greens at Royal Hoylake. It seemed an appropriate handover. Watching Freddy handing over the crown of popular acclamation to Jimmy Anderson had a similar significance. I’m of an age when the inter-generational transfer is happening as my son becomes an adult (and a very nice bloke).
This final is great because of the people and though it is not on terrestrial TV, it is – as an event- the better for it. Sky revenues keep down the price of tickets making this an event for the cricket enthusiast, most of the boxes that line the West and North sides of the ground were empty but otherwise Edgbaston was packed. Packed with real fans.
Ironically, giving the event to mainstream TV would probably force it into the mould of the TCCB events that are so sanitised that they have lost the carnival atmosphere the T20 Blast retains. This was like Notting Hill – an event I’m off too today.
Freddy and Jimmy are only the half of it. My team- Surrey- were pretty poor other than for Jason Roy’s magnificent 58 and the usual whole-hearted performance of Batty and Ansari. Hampshire came and went but in the event Porterfield (my performer of the day) , Bell and the Birmingham team brought pride to Edgbaston and Warwickshire cricket and no-one could begrudge them the NatWest trophy.