On 23-25 August 1900, he played a first class cricket match versus W. G. Grace, scoring 4 and taking the wicket of W. G. Grace who had scored 110.

He commemorated this achievement in a poem.

A Reminiscence of Cricket

Once in my heyday of cricket,

One day I shall ever recall!

I captured that glorious wicket,

The greatest, the grandest of all.

Before me he stands like a vision,

Bearded and burly and brown,

A smile of good humoured derision

As he waits for the first to come down.

A statue from Thebes or from Knossos,

A Hercules shrouded in white,

Assyrian bull-like colossus,

He stands in his might.

With the beard of a Goth or a Vandal,

His bat hanging ready and free,

His great hairy hands on the handle,

And his menacing eyes upon me.

And I - I had tricks for the rabbits,

The feeble of mind or eye,

I could see all the duffer's bad habits

And where his ruin might lie.

The capture of such might elate one,

But it seemed like one horrible jest

That I should serve tosh to the great one,

Who had broken the hearts of the best.

Well, here goes! Good Lord, what a rotter!

Such a sitter as never was dreamt