There's a breathless hush in the close tonight –
Ten to make and the match to win –
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
Or the selfsh hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote –
‘Play up! play up! and play the game!’
The sand of the desert is sodden red,
Red with the wreck of a square that broke;
The Gatling's jammed and the Colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's far, and Honour a name,
But the voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks; ‘Play up!
play up! and play the game!’ – Henry Newbolt, ‘Vitai Lampada’
My head is full of the ghosts of men in white playing games before the Great War.
– Hilary Mantel
If the village green was one favourite setting for the cricket story in fction, the public school was the other, and it was from these two very diferent sources that the association of cricket with Englishness fowed. Test and county cricket fgure very little in fction, one reason being that the contained settings of the village and public school function more readily as versions of the nation at large than other forms of the game. Common to both is a feeling of being the member of a community.