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Full name John Sidney Ernest Price
Born July 22, 1937, Harrow, Middlesex
Current age 71 years 78 days
Major teams England,Middlesex
Batting style Left-hand bat
Bowling style Right-arm fast-medium
Batting and fielding averages
Mat
Inns
NO
Runs
HS
Ave
100
50
4s
6s
Ct
St
Tests
15
15
6
66
32
7.33
0
0
6
0
7
0
First-class
279
223
91
1108
53*
8.39
0
1
103
0
List A
124
67
38
240
14
8.27
0
0
23
0
Bowling averages
Mat
Inns
Balls
Runs
Wkts
BBI
BBM
Ave
Econ
SR
4w
5w
10
Tests
15
27
2724
1401
40
5/73
5/104
35.02
3.08
68.1
0
1
0
First-class
279
42295
19221
817
8/48
23.52
2.72
51.7
26
4
List A
124
6266
3582
192
6/34
6/34
18.65
3.42
32.6
2
2
0
Career statistics
Test debut
India v England at Mumbai (BS), Jan 21-26, 1964 scorecard
Last Test
England v Australia at Lord's, Jun 22-26, 1972 scorecard
Test statistics
First-class span
1961 - 1975
List A span
1963 - 1975
Profile
John Price was a solidly-built right-arm fast bowler with a distinctive angled approach to the wicket and an exceptionally long run-up. On his day he was dangerous, with pace generated by his powerful upper body, and the ability to swing the ball away from the right-hander, but he was too prone to injury to make him an England regular. His fielding in the deep was superb, his batting at No. 11 less so. He played 242 matches for Middlesex taking 734 wickets.
Martin Williamson
Revving up between deepish extra-cover and longish-off, he curved round the bend, gathered pace in the straight, then changed gear again before breasting the line in a flurry of wrists, forearms and elbows. In the 1960s the only difference between watching a grand prix and John Sidney Ernest Price (from Harrow - the town not the boater show - and the second most unlikely owner of three initials behind PCR Tufnell) was the absence of Murray Walker. As rapid as any spearchucker England turned to while Trueman and Statham were fading, Price was set apart by that inimitable action: impossibly elaborate yet Bentley smooth. Nureyev would have killed for such elegant precision. Injury, small wonder, was seldom a stranger. A few summers back I finally met him, dimpled chin tilted proudly, back still beefeater straight. "So," I blurted, "why did you bowl like that?" Back, with a vague hint of a smirk, came an unanswerable yorker: "I wanted to be different." Rob Steen
