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June 18, 1975.
Tell us what you were doing at the time, and what you remember about it.
I was just out of my toddler years.
I was probably drawing dinosaurs or playing with matchbox cars at home in Oak Park.
It wasn’t until World Series Cricket that I first became aware of Gary Gilmore.
It was probably 20 years later when I discovered history, and relived his career through the history books.
RIP – wield the willow like an axe…
I was at boarding school in Caulfield, so I did not see Gilmour’s performance. But I was at my grandparents house in Mt Eliza for the final, so I watched the whole match. (Except for when I switched over to watch The Night Stalker.)
I remember it very well. I was in Grade 8 at Oakey State High School and of course we followed this new form of cricket with great interest. I can’t remember the semi being on TV (the final certainly was – that’s another story). I certainly didn’t listen to it on the radio, because I recall sitting on the front steps in the early morning winter sunshine (which was probably melting the frost) as Dad told us what had happened overnight. No doubt he had heard something before the 7.45 news. This was our ritual – mainly because there was no heating in the little timber house – to sit in the weak sun. We would read the Toowoomba Chronicle and the Australian (which someone had to get by riding a few blocks to the newsagent). No Courier Mail for us. I would have been eating toast and Vegemite or Sugar Frosties, and getting myself psyched up to face the 10B2 toughs whose reign of terror was showing no signs of abating. Then I would have donned the gloves, jumped on the Dragster and headed off to school, my books in my Adidas bag. It would have been the middle of term 2. No semesters then. We Oakey Under 13s would have been flogged the Saturday before. We won one match in four years of junior footy. Coincidentally 1975 was that year, and may have been around that time. I should do some research. I’d love to dig out my old Grade 8 stuff to see the timetable. Welshman Clive Yeabsley was my English teacher and his brother Tim had taken a hat-trick for Minor Counties against the West Indians a couple of years before. No doubt Gary Gilmour got a run in English that day.
I remember waking up to hear of the result and seeing highlights of Rod Marsh catching Greig? in front of where gully would have been.
In his pomp, was his bowling action as smooth as Davo’s?
I certainly remember the final as I was allowed to stay up.
Fredericks’s dismissal and amazement at how hard Clive Lloyd hit the ball.
I was in form 1. I have some memories of the 1975 World Cup being on TV, though can’t specifically recall this game. I do recall hearing the radio news in the morning. Headingley was not a happy hunting ground for us, this somewhat rectified it a tad. We were 6 down early on then scored a great victory.
Gary Gilmour was like a meteor. Did well, when given his chance, in the 1975 World Cup, following this with a great home series V the Windies, taking wickets/scoring runs . 1976-77 was not as good, with him being inconvenienced by gout during the opening test v Pakisatn; a portender of things to come. He did not tour England in 1977, was peripheral during the WSC days, then faded away.
Vale Gary Gilmour.
94 would have looked a long way off at 6-38, so his 28 not out was equally impressive. First saw Gilmour in WSC. Tad too young (5 and 3/4s) for the inaugural World Cup.
I was in class 10G2, in the southernmost block of weatherboard classrooms at Elizabeth High, probably still seething over our loss to Glossop High on It’s Academic.
Paedophile serial killer Dieter Pfennig was our maths teacher – I can still recall his rancid tobacco breath.
With Central Juniors having foresaken my silky forward line skills, I kitted up on Saturday mornings in the fledgling local High School comp, wearing the un-Elizabeth like colours of red and black (or rather pink and grey), wearing the first generation of cotton jumpers as purloined from a SANFL underage rep team by our coach Terry Hicks (yes, father of David)
At recess and lunchtime we would have been playing a freeform game of soccer, lumberjackets
for goalposts, twenty a side, wearing our Koala desert boots, or, if you were rich and lived in Hillbank or Elizabeth Vale, ripples.
I probably read about the said match in that afternoon’s News, the morning Advertiser no doubt providing a brief summary of the first 25 overs or so.
I was more interested in the forthcoming Ashes series, hoping that Ric McCosker would compile a well deserved 100. That and the next Saturday’s trek to Foopball Parg against the Peckers.
I remember waking up and hearing the result and watching the highlights of the game and his late movement of the ball and the highlights of his and Dougs batting to get us home . Re the final my most vivid memories awe Frederick slipping and being out hit wicket when he had a superb hook shot off , Lillee . Ross Edwards surprisingly dropping a vital catch, bloody , Viv Richards all his run outs and the
West Indies crowd fell asleep before the finish .
see http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nq0sLjZ19sA for the England innings highlights. an incredible catch by Marsh and devastating swing bowling by the late Gus. I was also being kept for the final by my parents, which was a magnificent game of cricket.
Yes the first World Cup. I recall Thommo terrifying Sri Lanka in our match with them , as both Wettimunny and Mendis retired hurt. The Windies flogged us in the first encounter, Kallicharan punishing our pace men,but we pushed them in the final. Five run outs hurt us, Viv Richards being the thrower in four of them. Gilmour followed up his Headingley haul with a bag of five in the final. As it was, these were the only matches he played in that tournament. Super effort.
The WC semi final between the Aussies and the Poms wasn’t screened live, and, at the time of printing, the TV & Radio Guide that appeared in the Age (Thursday 19 June 1975) suggested the ABC wasn’t going to show the Final live. Aunty had scheduled her regular Saturday evening programs – Footy replay, Four Corners and Certain Women.
ABC local radio (3LO) didn’t intend to broadcast descriptions of play either, must have bowed to pressure from the public.
I heard about the Poms collapse on one of the late night news breaks -remember those, used to go for 10 minutes or so.
I hesitated to contribute to this thread, as my case is “the man who wasn’t on the stair.” However a number of other people have had best guesses or inferential versions of how they experienced the match, so I’ll throw mine in on that basis.
I was living in Stockholm, access to the BBC on shortwave radio as our sole link with the English-speaking world, with sport broadcasts an especially important lifeline. I have no direct recollection of the semi-final, though I do seem to remember hearing passages of the final, though not a ball-by-ball description.
I do remember listening to the Wimbledon final when Arthur Ashe upset Jimmy Connors, as well as Jack Newton’s brave attempt to win the British Open, losing to Tom Watson in a playoff, after being in a winning position during the back nine of the final round.
Gary Gilmore (sic); Dieter Pfennig and David (not Daryl) Hicks all in the same thread. That’s a lot of mass murderers to throw together.
Is it possible to have a collective Freudian moment?
Not sure that you could put David Hicks in the same league as the other two
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