Fear and Lothian

The democratic answer to the West Lothian Question is to follow through with devolution genuinely de

Kenneth Clarke's latest efforts to "solve" the West Lothian Question tells us much about the determination of the leaderships of the main political parties in the UK to avoid the obvious answer. If at the same time as devolving power to Wales, Scotland and Northern Ireland, we had devolved power to the regions of England, then this debate would be taking place after nearly a decade of English regional government. The West Lothian Question would have long ago evaporated into thin air. Every Member of Parliament from every part of the United Kingdom would only be voting on national questions and people in the regions and localities would by now have been well practiced in controlling the majority of their own affairs.

Unfortunately other than paying off some debts of honour to the legacy of John Smith, the two massive landslide majorities of the Labour governments were not used to take on the issue of devolving power to England through its regions. Of greater concern is that despite the potential for a new start under a new Prime Minister last year, Gordon Brown has yet to take on this issue as a defining part of a clear mission for his Labour government. This is surprising as he spoke so powerfully and eloquently about the democratic agenda in his first speech to Parliament as Prime Minister, and made a promise of a Constitutional Renewal Bill the only legislative commitment of his leadership campaign. Unfortunately that last commitment has dribbled away due to lack of political follow through and now revolves around debates about the tented encampment on Parliament Square or largely obscure facets of the Royal Prerogative. The current Constitutional Renewal Bill may sadly find itself reported under the Trades Descriptions Act.

However, there is still time to set an exciting new agenda and create the fundamental democratic reforms which should be one of the key missions of the Brown government and distinguish it from its predecessor. Placing subsidiary-making decisions at the lowest appropriate level – at the heart of government is key.

Creating small, nine-member, regional executives, elected proportionally to the general election result, so that one party will only very rarely control a region, is something that needs to be central to that agenda. Freeing regions to innovate in health, transport, planning and policing will release the best talent and practice, currently bottled-up in the most over-centralised state in Europe.

The West Lothian Question was always a device to try and reduce the impact of devolution. The democratic answer it to follow through with devolution genuinely devolving power to the English regions, and equally importantly, ensure we have independent local government. That will also give radicalism and clarity to Labour's mission and give the Brown government an exciting initiative, seizing the public imagination and rallying Labour supporters and members of parliament behind a positive reason to fight for a fourth term.

Graham Allen is Labour MP for Nottingham North

Graham Allen is Labour MP for Nottingham North.

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An English hero for the ages: Ian Botham at 60

Botham blends his sportsmanship and deep-seated passion for cricket with a lust for life.

Begging W H Auden’s pardon, it is possible both to honour and to value the vertical man, and in the case of Ian Botham, who turned 60 on 24 November, it is our bounden duty. No sportsman has given Britons so much to enjoy in the past half-century and no sportsman is loved more. Two decades after he retired from first-class cricket, his reputation as one of life’s champions remains unassailable.

No mere cricketer is he, either. Botham is a philanthropist, having raised more than £12m for various charities, notably Leukaemia and Lymphoma Research. In December, 30 years after his first walk from John o’Groats to Land’s End, he will set off again, in South Africa, where England are on tour. And he really does walk, too, not amble. As somebody who accompanied him on one of his dozen walks said: “You can’t keep up with him. The man is a phenomenon.”

Of all postwar sportsmen, only Bobby Charlton and, at a pinch, Henry Cooper come close to matching Botham’s enduring popularity. But Charlton, a shy man who was scarred by the Munich plane crash of 1958 (and may never have recovered from its emotional effects), has never comfortably occupied a public stage; and Cooper, being a boxer, had a solitary role. Botham, by contrast, spoke for England. Whenever he picked up his bat, or had a ball in his hand, he left spectators in no doubt.

Others have also spoken for England. Bobby Moore and Martin Johnson, captains respectively of England’s World Cup-winning football and rugby teams, were great players but did not reach out to people as naturally as Botham. Nick Faldo, Lester Piggott, Sebastian Coe and, to bring us up to date, Lewis Hamilton have beaten the best in the world, but they lacked those qualities that Botham displayed so freely. That is not to mark them down. They were, and are, champions. But Botham was born under a different star.

It was John Arlott, the great cricket commentator, who first spotted his uniqueness. Covering a match at Taunton in 1974, he asked the young colt to carry his bags up the rickety staircase to the press box, where Arlott, wearing his oenophile’s hat, pulled out a bottle of red wine and invited Botham to drink. Forty years later Botham is a discriminating wine drinker – and maker. Along with his friend and fellow England great Bob Willis, and their Australian wine­making pal Geoff Merrill, he has put his name to a notable Shiraz, “BMW”.

Arlott, with his nose for talent and good company, saw something in the young Botham that Brian Close, his captain at Somerset, was beginning to bring out. Later, Mike Brearley, as England captain, drew out something even more remarkable. As Rodgers and Hammerstein wrote, you’ve got to be carefully taught. And Botham, a fine team man as well as a supreme individual performer, has never withheld praise from those who enabled him to find his voice.

If sport reveals character, then cricket is the game that reveals it most clearly. In no other sport is the individual performance rooted so firmly in a team context. Every over brings a contest of skill and intelligence between batsman and bowler but only a team can win the match. “A cricketer,” as Arlott said, “is showing you something of himself all the time.”

Cricket also reveals national character more than any other sport. Football may be the most popular game in the world but cricket, and cricketers, tell us far more about England and Englishness. It is instructive, in this regard, to hear what Philippe Auclair, a French journalist and author long resident in London, has to say about Botham: “He is essentially an 18th-century Englishman.” In one! It’s not difficult to sense a kinship with Tom Jones, Fielding’s embodiment of 18th-century life, who began his journey, as readers may recall, in Somerset.

A country boy who played for Worcestershire after leaving Somerset, and who lives by choice in North Yorkshire, Botham is an old-fashioned Englishman. Although nobody has yet found him listening to the parson’s sermon, he is conservative with a small and upper-case C, a robust monarchist, handy with rod and gun, and happiest with a beaker in front of him. He represents (though he would never claim to be a representative) all those people who understand instinctively what England means, not in a narrow way, but through something that is in the blood.

Above all, he will be remembered for ever as the hero of 1981. Even now it takes some believing that Botham bowled and batted with such striking success that the Australians, who were one up after two Tests, were crushed. Some of us who were actually at Headingley for the famous third Test – thousands who claim to have been there were not – recall the odds of 500-1 on an England victory going up on the electronic scoreboard that Saturday evening.

Botham made 149 not out as England, following on, beat the Aussies by 18 runs. For three hours the country seemed to stop. In the next Test, at Edgbaston, Botham took five wickets for one run as Australia fell under his spell. Then, at Old Trafford, on a dank Saturday afternoon, he played the most memorable innings of his life and one of the greatest innings ever played by an Englishman: 118 magnificent, joyful runs. Joy: that’s the word. Botham brought joy into people’s lives.

Yet it was the final Test at the Oval, which ended in a draw, that brought from him a performance no less remarkable than those from before. He bowled 89 overs in that match, flat out, continuing to run in when others withdrew with injury. That was the team man coming to the fore. Little wonder his comrades thought the world of him.

Modest, loyal, respectful to opponents, grateful to all who have lent him a hand, and supported throughout a turbulent life by Kath, his rock of a wife, and their three children, this is a cricketing hero to rank with W G Grace, Jack Hobbs, Wally Hammond and Fred Trueman. A feature in the lives of all who saw him, and a very English hero. 

This article first appeared in the 26 November 2015 issue of the New Statesman, Terror vs the State