Knackered. A day doing a cricket scoreboard
As the batsman neared his century I hoped like hell I had the right score on the scoreboard…
The call came on Friday arvo. Could I do the cricket scoreboard at Footscray’s home ground, the Mervyn G Hughes Oval by the Maribyrnong River. Opposite Flemington Racecourse.
The regular scoreboard attendant was not available and the club needed a fill-in for day 2 of the First Xl game against Ringwood. 11am to 6pm.
I’d only ever done the old footy scoreboard at Williamstown, but I’d been inside plenty of cricket scoreboards. And I’d done a story, five years ago, about the Footscray ground.
A day watching first-grade cricket? From the comfort of the scorers’ upstairs office? Some pocket money at the end of the day, and then a nice ride home along the river? Hard to say No.
I arrived early to meet the club’s official scorer, Shaun. He knew of Scoreboard Pressure, which was nice. Had read some of the stories.
Then, down to business.
“I just change the scores at the end of each over, don’t I?”
“We usually do it ball-by-ball,” said Shaun, a friendly man who reminded me of a cricketing mate from Ballarat. Relaxed. Unruffled. “You’ll get a bit of a workout.”
Ball by ball? I calculated I would have to keep track of at least three things for each ball: batsman’s score, bowler’s figures, total score. And at the start of each over make sure you’ve got the Over numbers correct. And when a wicket falls, change the batsman’s name. And when there’s a bowling change…And how many overs in a day’s play? Ninety. Ninety times six…
I was knackered after the first half-hour. Ringwood had resumed on 6/249 and were going for quick runs before declaring at 8/277. I was standing up, bobbing down, leaning over, looking out at the game, checking details with Shaun and his Ringwood offsider Jan, then bobbing down, leaning over…
The Footscray scoreboard is old-time. White letters and numbers on black. Slide in the numbers. Slot in the letters. Two hinges on each panel. Ten panels. Some panels are head high, some are at your ankle. Up, down , across, over…Stand, kneel, crouch…repeat
The breaks between overs, wickets, and innings never seemed long enough. I was playing catch-up all day.
I thought about my hips, my back. I thought, Will my pocket money cover the inevitable visit to the physio?
During the lunch break the club secretary told me the club would be getting an electronic scoreboard in the new year. I’ve got to admit that, should I be needed again, the idea of sitting at a desk and pressing a few buttons on a laptop or iPad suddenly had a certain appeal .
You want scoreboard pressure? A Footscray batsman, club legend Dean Russ, was approaching a century as he tried to hold the team’s innings together. I was approaching the end of my energy. Hips creaking. Back croaking.
“I’ve got Russ on 90,” I said to Shaun.
Ten minutes later. “I’ve got Russ on 95.”
A few minutes later. “98.”
Russ reached his century and I slotted in the three figures.
But it wasn’t enough for Footscray , bowled out for 224 in the 85th over, 50 short of Ringwood’s 8/277.
Knackered, seriously knackered, I pedalled home along the river. There was a strong headwind.
Note: When Dean Russ reached 73, be became Footscray’s highest-ever runscorer, going past left-hander Mick O’Keefe’s 7194 runs. O’Keefe and Ken Eastwood (club record-holder prior to O’Keefe) were present to see Russ break the record.