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I always took it as a bit of a compliment to cop it from the crowd out here, butAnd how would you know, Tony? Racists overtones to a team full of white people? I don't think so.
we always went down the light-hearted course. There were no racist overtones
"I said as early as the second Test I probably wasn't as sharp at changingSo he says that
momentum at different times and being as defensive when I needed to be,"Ponting
said. "You go in on what you think is right at the time. I'm not a great one at
looking back and analysing previous Test matches or previous innings and picking
out what I've done well or what I haven't done well because I actually feel I'm
doing the right things at the right times in the game."
You know that cricket is finally making a mark on the nation's consciousnessElsewhere, this trend of thought is called twaddle, and I can’t help but agree. But the point he makes is about cricket becoming popular amongst women, like so:
when England players are the subjects of red-top kiss-and-tells. It is a fine
moment for our game.
My own theory is that women are finding in cricket an antidote to just about all
the things that most of them detest about football: not merely the inescapable
ubiquity of the Premiership, both on television and in the conversation of their
male partners and friends, but its total lack of class.
Cricket will never be football, to its eternal relief. It will enjoy itself
during this lavish spell of fortune and capitalise on the benefits at grassroots
level that this wonderful Ashes series must produce. But Freddie Flintoff will
never be David Beckham, which is entirely good for Freddie Flintoff, and Kevin
Pietersen will only be Sir Elton John in the experimental hair-do
department.
A perfectly sensible primary school teacher in her forties telephoned at thisAnd this
point to report that if England lost she was going to hang herself from her
apple tree. And put the phone down. One might have alerted the Samaritans in
such circumstances but that would have meant missing the next ball. She'd have
to take her chances.
Cricketers may have played finer innings, bowlers may have bowled better balls,Mark Nicholas, too, talks about the ability of this series to draw out the most unlikely of fans and followers- like his godson’s sisters.
batsmen may have conjured truer shots but for sheer, knife-in-the-gut spectacle,
we have never seen anything like it.
...never, in the 16, 11 and eight years they have been on the planet - has any oneGideon Haigh (does he write everywhere?), besides his excellent tour diary on cricinfo, contemplates the chance that winning is wearisome for this Aussie side.
of them struck up a conversation about cricket. Were I to do so do, they would
probably go and play with the traffic.
Ricky Ponting's Australians, by contrast, have sometimes looked very satedI don’t know. Its hardly thinkable that an Aussie is bored of 8 ashes wins. That's Ashes wins, mind you. Make no mistake, these lions are going to fight back. The only thing is, will they wait till they are down in this test as well, before getting fired up? This time, that could be too late- they have to hit the ground running at The Oval, at the risk of chipping their claws. Better a proud manicure later on than an embarassed licking what could be your own (very deep) wounds.
indeed, like those handsome lions in wildlife documentaries apparently always
snoozing on the savannah after gorging on zebra. "Hunt?" they seem to say. "For
another camera crew? Forget it. I only work for Attenborough."
Day 1 of the fourth test might have ended with England only just taking honours (and not as many of them as they looked set to), but that’s really not the point. For me, this day was all about something else. Not something we have seen for the first time this series, but something we have not seen in so consistent a manner- a lacklustre Australian side. The body language seemed low on energy, no-balls came in giant Christmas socks for the English, catches were dropped, and it was a bit of luck that saw them end the day having really lost only the one session, in my opinion.
Will England win the Ashes? Who knows, given that they have to bugger-all win both matches from here. But a drawn series here will be one that Australia will walk away from with much the heavier hearts than England. In that old inexplicable and sometimes silly phrase- a draw would almost be a ‘moral victory’ for England, and a would feel like escape for Australia- for they look much the less inspired team. Irrespective of how this series ends and where that little urn goes (or stays), Cricket Australia must be worrying.
If they aren’t, they should be.
The third test is due to start in moments. Unfortunately, the only thing that keeps coming to mind is that how can we be anything but a tad let down. After Tests 1 & 2, how can anything match up to those thrills?
Then I think- maybe nothing can. But maybe nothing needs to. For that is the beauty of test cricket- maybe they will play sober, unfrenzied, dare I say, normal cricket- and we will still be fascinated, won’t we. I can only hope the tussle goes on, the fight is till the brilliant mixture of a street scrap and a polished contest.
McGrath is running around the pitch, bowling, even, and they seem hopeful. I have my doubts, but that’s not based on anything as such. Lee being back is great of course, without the both of them it might have been too much of a blow. With the both of them, it might be too much of a blow as well, but for the other side.
The calls everywhere have been for more ‘sane’ cricket, and that would seem logical. Neither team played conventional test cricket at Edgbaston, and that will be the most important thing for them to address. Of course, there will now be the fear of playing conventionally, carefully, and having the other side ambush you with an approach similar to the last match. And in doing so, take the game away in the matter of a couple of session, even a single one. Yet, I don’t believe either team should be (will be?) foolhardy enough to throw caution to the winds again. The Flintoffs, KPs and Gilchrists should play as is their wont- nothing changes there. It is the Haydens, Clarkes, Strausses (or “Straussy”, as Warne would say). The Vaughans, Martyns and Bells that need to get their act together.
Either way, it is another cracker in prospect in a series that hasd already surpassed my expectations.
And that’s the toss- England bat, and they will face Lee and Mcgrath.
5th Test - does it matter???:)
This post has been updating and is linked from the ‘session count’ in the sidebar.My two-pie bit on yesterday, and indeed, the preceding 3 days. I might not say anything epochal, but then- what do I know, I just write.
Edgbaston was a rollicking ride that test cricket has always the ability to be, sometimes is, and often is supposed to not be. For even the hardiest of believers in the charm of Test cricket, though- old school or new- this was a roller coaster that threatened to leave you giddy with exhilaration. Much like a good long row of full beer mugs would, actually, but I digress.
The second test was pivotal, really, immeasurably so for one team- and that is the team that played the match with the desperation that they surely felt coursing through their veins in the lead up. A 2-0 deficit was always going to be virtually another end to another Ashes in the most hopelessly predictable of ways. It must have been a possibility England would have been all to aware of, with substantial help from their unforgiving media. We’ll never know how much of a boost the exit of McGrath just before the toss would have been for team morale, but it was definitely reflected on the pitch. Ponting’s call at the toss might have been right, but his call on whether to bat or bowl was not. It is a decision that, I suspect, he is not getting too much (neough) flak for as yet. A certain toss in Brisbane and a certain England captain come to mind, though conditions, and teams, were substantially different then. It is only at the end of the series that this call might look more, or less, telling.
Again, I wonder if it was the absence of McGrath that allowed the English batsman to play with such abandon in the first innings. More likely a combination of a plan and a matter of striking while the iron was hot, the end result was stunning. England racked up an astonishing 407 on the first day and set was would be an equally astonishing tone for the rest of the match.
All batsmen then batted with similar lack of caution that sometimes bordered on, and often was, reckless. It was the sort of batting that ensured we were on the edge of our seats, couches, beds or bar stools- but it was also poor play.
I am not sure what is better- uniformly rash cricket or good judgement from one team and not so good from another; seeing that the former is more likely to produce thrills of the sort we have just been through, while the latter is what we have gotten used to (and bored of) in Australia’s long reign at the top. It really works both ways, for both are fabulous to behold. Somehow, though, coming at the time it did- when Australia’s supremacy was starting to border on the dull, and when the oldest rivalry was being played out- I’m rather enamoured by this impetuousness that offers equality.
Australia almost entered the match on the same high they left Lord’s with, tempered at the last minute by the withdrawal of their most dependable performer. The feeling of loss that they then stepped onto the pitch with, was never really assuaged. England, on the other hand, had an unexpected boost to what was surely an already fired up mind and body. They never let either go.
Today, Australia will be smarting but can’t be expected to wallow in their loss. They will be charged up in a way they seldom have been in recent years, for they will be fighting for pride that has very rarely been attacked thus. England, on the other hand, might still be feeling the rush. Letting that disturb their focus is a worry that we should not have about this England team- as long as they are concerned about it. It’s the one thing that could ruin them- getting carried away. I don’t expect them to, though- and Old Trafford promises to be a cracker. The only thing is- how can anything top what we have seen till now?
And, can anything at all top the most diversely and bizarrely entertaining opening days we have seen at Lord’s and Edgbaston? I don’t think so, but then- what do I know.
When the ball leaves his hand, time seems to slow down as if the moment demands relishing, the breath holds in the lungs as his deliveries hover, plummet, skid, dart, spit, turns, every over with enough disguise to impress a chameleon
linkNot content with following the Ashes series from afar, English and Australian
soldiers are staging their own five-match 'Desert Ashes' in Iraq. The venue for
last Thursday's opener was a rolled-out patch of earth next to the helicopter
landing site in the southern town of Al Muthanna. Resplendent in gold-and-green
pyjamas donated by Cricket Australia, the Aussies swept home by 119 runs - a
massive margin in a 25-over game. Each match is scheduled for the first day of a
Test, starting with a coin toss synchronised with Michael Vaughan's in England.
'If they can't send over a better side than this there's not much point in the Ashes.''Send them home.''Maybe their women's team would like a game.'
Propriety takes a bit of a hit, though, when the Grace Gate opens at 8.30am.
This is the signal for the poshest land-rush in sport, as the spectators walk
briskly through, ties flapping around the collars of cream jackets, each member
keen not to look too desperate in the scramble for a seat. In the middle of the
Tavern Stand throng, cheers greet the popping of the first Champagne cork. It is
9.09am.
The Australians never really cottoned on to the idea that sport was a way inRefreshing to read, in the midst of all the joyous and/or dismal writings on the first Test.
which gentlemen amused themselves. They had this crazy idea that it was serious.
1952? Contrast this with India, where some cricketer receiving an award every year is de rigueur.Ian Botham was the last cricketer to win the BBC poll, in 1981. But the Sports Journalists' Association award that same year went, ironically, to Seb Coe instead. Len Hutton was the last cricketer to win the SJA poll in - wait for it - 1952.
I quite agree, actually. The Australians must not be allowed to dictate the pace of the game, must be made to feel uncomfortable, and that will only happen if they are forced to play a game different from their own. This here, though, might a bit much to hope for:"I've always felt that the way to overcome Australia is to wear down their
bowlers," Woolmer said. "They only have four main bowlers and they aren't as
young as they were. To win, England have to wear them down as the series
progresses."
...and more of Woolmer’s advice for Englishmen hereEngland's best chance of winning the Ashes is to play the long game, to keep
Australia in the field and ensure that Glenn McGrath tumbles exhausted out of
bed on the second morning of the fourth Test after a wearing summer and thinks:
"I'm not sure if I want to do this any more”
When asked what he would do if Australia were two short of victory in the final Test with one wicket at hand he replied: "I wouldn't nick it."...and you know what? I believe him on both counts.
I wouldn't know, but is he really this woeful?Heaven knows what day this creature is to pitch up at Lord's but you can bet your last brass razoo that he'll be itching to give those fabled analytical skills a run-out.
[...]In 2000 Mark Waugh was palpably in the wind-down period of his career when he hit a surprise six at the SCG. Like a moth to a flame, Howard leant in to the microphone. "I think we're starting to see the old Mark Waugh again," he noted, a comment which if nothing else rendered Waugh's being bowled next ball utterly predictable.
(stresses mine)Apart from the security, Bevan [representative of the England Players Association] was also concerned about England players having enough things to do while in Pakistan, the report added. The source was cited as saying that Bevan was "assured by the PCB that there was plenty to do for the English players like playing golf even at smaller centers like Multan and Faisalabad."
Even to begin to think that the recent shambles in his private life will affect Warne's cricket is to miss the point completely. That shambles will concentrate his mind absolutely. The Ashes will be an escape route. A chance to put the madness and its consequences aside, and to remind his audience of the reason for their fascination in the first place.
Where Waugh's steely-eyed Clint Eastwood impression was part of Australia's armour, Ponting's round, ingenuous face can make him look like a put-upon Charlie Brown. Saturday was like a typical Peanuts cartoon: Charlie/Ponting ran up to kick the ball, only for Lucy/Giles to whip it away at the last minute.
Some wonderful articles on Warne around.
They are an odd yet understandable mixture of condemnation and sympathy, admiration and disappointment- much like his life graph has been. As has been the demanding and confusing task of being a Shane Warne fan. One cannot (I, for one) help but admire his greatness when he has a cricket ball in his hand. Off the field, he demands to be cherished, but insists on doing everything he can to make it tough as hell to unequivocally admire him. A fan must, with every statement on his love for the cricketer, add the caveat that his non cricketing deeds are overwhelmed by his bowling achievements. The rare fan might admit to being further attracted by his rogueish deeds, but I suspect a lot of us- given a favourable disposition towards the man courtesy his talent- are entertained by the crazy lifestyle he leads. The power of his cricketing deeds is such that it is easy to find people who are so mesmerized by his genius that they can ignore his ‘social’ transgressions- in fact, be further enchanted by them.
At the most basic level, however, there will always remain the admiration. At this point, it is hard to be unsympathetic. This is a man who has captivated us all many a time-if not all the time- and to have him go through an obviously distressing time in his life cannot be anything but…well, distressing. What will be interesting is how he handles it all. From his track record, you can almost surely expect a fightback (in the larger sense of his life, translating onto the cricket field), though I suppose one must not underestimate the wrench that marriage breaking up can be.
Some excerpts:
from Peter Roebuck's lovely piece
Genius allows a man to inhabit a fanciful world of permanent adolescence. On the field the genius can write his own script. Off it, the magic is lost.
Malcom Conn, with a few anecdotes, on Warne's failings.
Cricket's most successful bowler believes he is constantly attacked by dark forces summoned to persecute him. For Warne lives in a simple world of simple pleasures. There is light and dark, good and evil, black and white.
Trevor Marshallsea on the man who looks for love-too much, and in the wrong places.
What the separation will achieve - apart from peace and quiet for his wife - will be to reinforce the disappointment for so many Australian cricket fans who would so dearly like to love him. The irony is that Warne, insecure despite his achievements, dearly wants to be loved. Sometimes a little too much, as the scandal sheets reveal.
The fact remains that sportsmen and alcohol are hardly strangers in the night, and most of the game's mythical booze-ups have involved Australian cricketers. And while such binges are far less common in the new professional era, you'll still spot the odd cricketer at the bar on an evening off, just as you might spy a doctor, journalist or accountantAn excellent perspective on the Symonds affair.
They will be hoping to stagger the release of their older generation a little better this time. If they wait till the World Cup of 2007, and that in itself might be an optimistic date, they run the risk of having to use a broom.Mohd Ashraful, fresh from his heroics in the Natwest Series, has credited his time in the Indian domestic setup for honing his skills. Also, SauravGanguly's words seem to have done some good.
Ashraful believes that his batting has become more aggressive due to three reasons: the confidence he gained during his stay in India, the huge expectations back home and, most importantly, his long chat with Indian skipper Sourav Ganguly this year.
The better jokes actually came out of the opening of the Shane Warne portrait at Lord’s, when the news was let out of the bag that the artist may have retouched her work because the world’s leading Test wicket-taker was thought to have been portrayed too big Down Under....though he does ask a (strangely unconvinced) question about Warney:
I find this quite extraordinary that the world’s best bowler is not turning out for Australia in one-day cricket merely because he thinks he can stretch his multi-million dollar career by sticking to the Test arena, in which he is only 17 wickets away from a magical 600.Quite apart from the huge variety and options that he represents to a captain in the middle overs, his sheer attitude is something the Aussies could do with as they try to pick up the gauntlets after spending some time on the floor, punched by the world’s lowest rated one-day team.Well, I am not debating (though we could) whether Warne will be an asset to the team or not. But what is "extraordinary" about him leaving the ODI arena? I think it is perfectly understandable, it is his choice, and there needn't be any questioning of the motives.
We've been spoilt for a long time now. At any given time over the past dozen years there have been five or six all-time greats in the team.I am not so sure. The number of (nearly) all time greats has not fallen drastically- whether they can perform at their best is the question (if, indeed, it is being asked yet)
People perceive me as a bit of a gentle giant, but there is aggression in me. I quite enjoy hitting batsmen. I hit Ally Brown on the head against Surrey and that gave me quite a lot of pleasure.
How nice, Chris. We are officially scared now.
From a report where Derek Pringle ponders whether Vaughan missing out today's match is a bad thing or irrelevant.
Was there a feeling, after their win against Australia the other day, to teach Bangladesh a few lessons?Um, and you expected Collingwood to say "Yes, of course, David. That'll put them in their place, those impertinent brats!"
...we are now in new territory and, I say this tongue in cheek, England are in new territory, too. It will be interesting to see how they deal with that."Its good to see he is looking to maintain the Aussie style of throwing everything back onto the Englishmen. I cannot wait for Thursday's match.
Hyperbole must be firmly resisted despite all Australia’s largely self-inflicted wounds and for all the excellence of England’s unified team performance. This was...a much-improved performance by Australia, especially in the field, where they have been so unusually fallible after their two months’ rest from cricket....and believing McGrath's bowling "superb" and Watson's "with a cool head" (um, remember his scrap with KP?). Unbelievably though, his unhyperbolic wariness still allows for this statement :
...if Harmison bowls as fast and rhythmically as he did yesterday, England will win the Ashes.Oh well- the emphasis is mine- and why not. Read it here.
Of all the cricketers to have illuminated one-day cricket only Viv Richards might have done such a thing, or, at a pinch, Clive Lloyd and Adam Gilchrist.
He hits the ball murderously hard, favours the same leg-side quarters as Sir Vivian but is able to smack the thing down the ground with such venom that fielders barely move a muscle in self-defence, never mind boundary protection.Please Do Not take the name of someone who is this young in the same breath as Sir Vivian. If not for anything else, for Pietersen's sake.
Now work beckons. Though this work, I have been extremely happy to do, surrounded by images and sounds of the Natwest series.To beat the Australians this weekend an opponent had simply to play better than them. This is easier said than done of course, against such wonderful cricketers, but previously there was baggage to deal with, brought about by the juggernaut of self-assurance that rolls into town with them.