Zak Crawley has been doing his best to combat his longstanding but unflattering association with the word ‘slip’. On Day 1 of the Lord’s Test, he not only ensured his edge behind went to the wicketkeeper, he also essayed a rather different kind of slip in a somewhat forlorn bid to confuse everyone.
Ben Duckett punched a Mohammed Siraj delivery past mid-off, but after completing the first run, Crawley did this:

He fell over.
This is a thing that happens at Lord’s, aka The Home of the Worst No in the History of Test Cricket.
Unlike Mike Atherton’s timeless indignity, Crawley’s slip didn’t prove so obviously costly. It cost England a run, and we suppose you could argue it also kept Duckett at the end where he would go on to lose his wicket a few balls later, but at least no-one was immediately dismissed for 99.
More interesting to us is why does this kind of thing keep happening? What is it about the substandard Lord’s surface that resulted in two England batters slipping over while trying to complete a run, barely 30 years apart?
As with any commonly recurring yet inexplicable event, theories abound. Many point a finger at the infamous Lord’s slope. Some blame the corks; others a gradual accumulation of Champagne residue that then pools out in the middle.
Our own best guess is that it is due to run-off from all the oleaginous captains of industry who routinely sit in attendance. We believe the resultant capitalist slick effectively laminates the playing surface, rendering it treacherous.
You’d think having grown up the son of a man who once placed fifth in The Sunday Times Rich List, Crawley would have learned to cope with such challenging conditions.
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Oh dear. It’s confession time. This must have been ALL MY FAULT.
I played tennis up to the start of play, but by the time I had changed and chatted and wandered around to an overflow member’s seat the match was almost through the first hour. I sat there during the drinks interval and thought, “I hope England don’t slip up here”. Do I need to tell you wheat happened next?
I think I was having a telekinetic day.
I did a ground circuit about 40 minutes after lunch, stopping with some friends to agree that Bazball must be dead as England had elected to bat and were going at three an over.
I walked on, thinking, “this is positively Boycott-like batting” and within a minute, behind the Grandstand, ran into Sir Geoffrey himself, waxing lyrical with someone, presumably saying phrases such as “proper test cricket, this”.
ALL MY FAULT. Sorry.
You and your blinking telekinesis. Get a grip on it, man!
Oh there’s DRAMA happening
I wonder what to call this DRAMA – many people have followed it on the radio for years, involves a character called Jofra A…
meanwhile, another episode of Ben Stokes Makes Things Happen