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Last
Saturday, neither side had an umpire.
They
are not mandatory at our level, but both sides are ‘expected to provide’ an ECB
ACO qualified umpire, and normally do. Sometimes there’s only one, but it’s
rare to have none. You need them. You miss that neutral authority.
Player-umpires
are always problematic. It’s difficult to accept the bloke who was bowling an
hour ago and batting five minutes ago as a neutral voice of authority.
Also
they invariably officiate over their teammates as batsmen – never as bowlers,
as they’ll always be in the field with them for that.
This
is very tricky. You always risk the wrath of ‘triggered’ teammates, or ‘robbed’
opponents.
Now.
I am not going to dwell on detail or specifics here – we did enough of that in
the pub afterwards, which is where it should stay. Suffice it to say that as an
umpiring side, we may have fallen short of elite level.
But
never mind, I say. Everyone did what they thought was right at the time, at a
task they were performing reluctantly, and if there were mistakes (there were
mistakes) they were honest ones, driven by the compulsion to be fair to our
opponents – to the detriment of our own team – rather than biased against them.
They were, if anything, admirable mistakes.
Mistakes
are not such a bad thing anyway. They usually even out. Perfection is
unattainable. As long as the intent is pure, we must accept any errors.
Whatever
you think of DRS (I have expounded on it in the past, and if anything am
becoming less of a fan as time goes by) the one thing it consistently
highlights is just how difficult the umpire’s job is.
Umpire’s
Call – a somewhat preposterous construction which basically reduces decision-making
to tiny parameters within which the machines can’t agree – appears to be where elite
umpires now operate. It is, as someone said on twitter during the proliferation
of Umpire’s Calls during the second NZ Test, like arguing with your spouse: identical
information can prove they are right or wrong depending on which apparently
arbitrary position they took in the first place.
The
thing is, mistakes are part of the game. They’re what get you out, and other
people’s are how you get away with your own. They’ll never be entirely eradicated.
And
would we want them to be?
The
conclusion of ‘The Greatest Test’, Edgbaston 2005, was a mistake.
Kasprowicz
gloves Harmison behind to the keeper and we cut to the umpire raising that flamboyantly
crooked finger, the moment immortalised by the late great Richie Benaud simply
shouting their names in breathless excitement: “Jones!” (pause) “Bowden!” It’s
spine-tingling stuff even a decade on.
But
replays clearly show that the glove was off the bat in the moment the ball
struck it. DRS would have overturned that decision. Not out. Match and Ashes
almost certainly lost. Is that what you want?
I’ll
keep the mistakes, thanks. They’re all part of it.
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