Durham 580 for 6 dec (Stokes 161, Bedingham 135, Dickson 104) vs Worcestershire
For Stokes, the business part of the season begins on June 2 when New Zealand visit Lord’s for the first Test, but it was as if his ambitions for the challenge ahead, his hopes and his fears, burst forth in an imposing display of power-hitting. He was an untamable force of nature. Every member of Worcestershire’s attack, to some extent or other, was brushed from his presence. This was murder beneath the cathedral.
Stokes came to the crease in the third over of the morning and left it 28 overs later in the fourth over of the afternoon. In that time, he made 161 from 88 balls. Elderly spectators smiled upon it as if infused with the spirit of youth. The most unfortunate must have been the woman who arrived immediately after lunch, delayed because her boiler had been dripping, but she appeared to be quite content, unable to countenance the thought that watching Worcestershire so mistreated would have been enjoyable.
Baker’s first three balls to Stokes had all been dot-balls, but he still ended up conceding 34 from nine deliveries all told. Leach, huffing and puffing to no good effect, was taken for 42 from 22, five sixes among them. Thirteen of Stokes’ 17 sixes flew over the leg-side, every blow in front of square. There were no slogs, just authentic cricket shots of disturbing force. As the weather constantly switched from warm to chill, a day of contradictions, Stokes was a constant. The game became a thing of rare simplicity. The only way he seemed likely to be stopped was if a council official intervened on the grounds of health and safety.