Cricket legend Colin Cowdrey is kind of linked to Van. It seems his son Graham Cowdrey is a big Van fan. Big enough to have the nickname "Van" after his "Number 1 Music idol". The article that follows shows why the spread of cricket is important. It's a genteel sport full of good humour and lasting friendships even among rivals. No cricket-playing nation is ever going to start a war! This is why we should immediately fully export cricket to Afghanistan, Iraq and any other nation that seems soft on terrorism. I know they play cricket in Afghanistan, but the Taliban is against it! When people get into cricket it often turns into an obsession. People have no time to join the Taliban or learn about making IEDs when they learn to love cricket. They're too busy consulting their Wisden almanacs or discussing the relative merits of Muttiah Muralitharan and Shane Warne.
Here's an edited version of a Graham Cowdrey retirement piece with some of the cricket stuff taken out so any American readers won't be too offended. After all, Americans call cricket "baseball on Valium". Especially when they hear of five day Test matches that end in draws!
28 September 1998
Cowdrey closes his Kent innings
By Robert Philip
WHEN you grow up thinking your full name is really Graham Son-of-Colin Cowdrey, so frequently are you reminded of your father's towering legend, you could easily turn into a resentful, envious little brat. Instead, Colin Cowdrey's youngest male offspring is the kind of son of whom any father would be justifiably proud.
He may never have captained England nor made 22 Test centuries, but G R Cowdrey represented Kent with honour and is just about the most entertaining lunch companion with whom you could wish to share a bottle or three of Sauvignon Blanc on a late summer's afternoon in the window seat of his favourite London restaurant, Launceston Place in Kensington. And having announced his retirement at the age of 34, thereby ending the Cowdrey family's 48-year dynasty at Kent, there is much to talk about.
"You don't want to talk cricket, do you?" he asks in mock horror. Yes, and no. I want to hear about Michael Holding knocking your teeth out, but I also want to find out how you came to be Irish rocker Van Morrison's chauffeur and Rory Bremner's regular drinking crony.
"My only regret as I ride off into the sunset is that I never played for England. But cricket has given me a wonderful, wonderful life. If I hadn't become a cricketer, I'd never have met so many fascinating people. Van Morrison, Albert Finney [another regular dinner companion] and Rory, who I met during a cricket tour in South Africa, among them."
A friend of the cricket-loving Georgie Fame, Cowdrey was introduced to Van Morrison ("my absolute No 1 music idol") backstage following a concert in Hammersmith. They became instant soul-mates, to such a degree the singer asked him to accompany him on his next British tour. "We just drove and chatted. I was in groupie heaven." Cowdrey repaid the honour when his step-mother, racehorse trainer Lady Herries, was looking for a suitably Irish name for a thoroughbred yearling of which she had high hopes and he proposed the title of a classic Van Morrison track Celtic Swing, the four-legged version of which went on to win the French Derby. "That's my only claim to fame as far as racing's concerned, though I've lost a few bob on Rory's ruddy nag."
Cowdrey's county average of 35.07 was only seven less than that of his father, "and one higher than Mark Nicholas. Go on, I dare you to put that in just to annoy the blighter." He also combined with Sri Lankan Aravinda de Silva in a stand of 368 against Derbyshire at Maidstone in 1995, which remains a Kent record for any wicket partnership. Bremner said I should ask him about his teeth. "Oh, he did, did he? I was only 22 or 23 and it was my first game batting at No 3. I made 70 against Derbyshire in the first innings and returned to my hotel room that night thinking my career was really under way.
"Second innings, it's after tea on the final day and the match is heading for a boring draw. Our openers put on quite a few then a wicket fell and by the time I get out to the crease it's dark and gloomy. I don't know why but Michael Holding was still all fired up, I think he was really pissed off we hadn't made an earlier declaration.
There are some things he will miss ("the crack in the dressing room, mostly"), and some he will not. "I certainly won't miss having to face Curtly Ambrose at Northants. I had a real problem with him. I remember one time Dickie Bird giving me out then calling me back as I was making my way to the pavilion after one of Curtly's bouncers caught me on the arm and flew into the hands of a slip fielder.
"I knew I wasn't out but when Dickie waved me back to the crease, as I passed Curtly he growled 'you're a blankety cheat, Cowdrey'. From the look on his face I knew I'd made an awful mistake - I should just have whispered 'Dickie, you were quite right' - and predictably the next ball came right at my head. I swear to you, without trying, that was about the last ball I faced from Curtly all afternoon. Poor Matthew Fleming and Mark Ealham bore the brunt of the great man's anger while I made 139 at the other end.
"He never forgot, though. Sunday league games particularly annoyed him because he wasn't allowed to bowl bouncers, so I could hoist him over third man for six if my eye was in. But every time I took him for 40 or so on a Sunday as luck would have it we'd be playing Northants in a championship game the next day. The look in his eyes when I walked into the pavilion said it all. I'd love to have taken Curtly to the cleaners just once, but I never did. Still, what the hell . . . how about another bottle?"