Turning English: learning to love live Ashes

I’ve always been fascinated by England. Well, as long as I can remember anyway.

Thinking super carefully, I can probably trace it back to my first day of grade seven, when Peter arrived at my primary school – new to town, tall dark and handsome with a cute English accent and brown leather sandals. I was smitten, and (nearly) all things English have caught my attention ever since.

I did eventually go out with Peter by the end of that year. But the start of high school after our blissful summer holiday saw us head off to different schools, cruelly divided by the major highway that runs through my home town and the school catchment areas dictated by it. Within a short time I was distracted by a crush on an older guy at my new school, and Peter and I eventually became virtual strangers.

Sadly my new crush – whom I never had any chance of even remotely being noticed by anyway – turned out to be a bit of a knob. (Actually, come to think of it, he reminds me a bit of Shane Warne – physically at least.)

But by then, it was too late. Peter had moved on. He’s now married to an older girl who lived down the road from my childhood home, who I was friends with through school. So for me the lovely Peter remains the proverbial one who got away…

And what has this got to do with cricket I hear you ask?

Well, I’m wondering whether the knob of an Aussie jerk who distracted me from that lovely English boy is my childhood crush equivalent of the Aussie Army compared to the Barmy Army.

Let’s just say that my first experience of live Ashes cricket at the MCG on the second day of the Boxing Day Test on Friday fell a little short of expectations!

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View from Day 2 seats… when Australia tumbled, and the Aussie Army rumbled.

Having bought the cheapest tickets possible and therefore ended up in a bay a little too square on, in a seat too far back and a lot too close to the Aussie Army bays, by the end of the day I was thoroughly embarrassed by the behaviour of that green and gold throng.

The number of people ejected from those bays (even if some probably were for dubious reasons) and the obnoxious and totally unnecessary chanting and taunting of the England players really upset me. As did the constant distractions from the on-field action – there were apparently fists flying on and off in that section for much of the third session, which I tried studiously to ignore but it was hard at times when there were so many rows of people in front standing up to have a gawk.

Call me a traditionalist, but I went to watch the cricket – not the police and security officers trying to control yobbos.

By comparison – although the Barmies are famously vocal and bullish about supporting their team, and do have some cheek about their taunts, I haven’t seen or heard them be anywhere near as insulting and obnoxious as the Aussie supporters.

And at least they show signs of some talent and culture. The Aussies don’t appear to manage anything more creative than changing the name in their “X is a wanker” chant. Charming.

I find it an interesting reflection of the respective cultural capital of the opposing team captains… but perhaps the less said the better on the posh school boy vs mongrel argument.

Anyway, so it’s no great surprise that by the end of that day, I was ready to turn English and get behind the Barmies instead.

To be fair, it wouldn’t be that much of a surprise to anyone who knows me. I have been sending a card of encouragement to the English team ahead of each game since Adelaide in this series after all. I really want them to do well! (just not well enough to win!). Plus, having loved living in England myself from 1997 to 2005 and maintaining a strong affinity with the country of my ancestry, I’ll always have a soft spot for all things English.

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Day 3 seats panorama – yes they are a bunch of smurfs at left!

But never fear, after much better experiences on day 3 (row 4 from the turf, less square on, further from the obnoxious green and gold mess) and day 4 (upgrade to bronze, 1st bay next to sight screen, well away from the AA with the Barmies happily just the other side of the sight screen!) of the Boxing Day Test I can now happily spread my love uncomfortably across both teams again, and am even now planning a trip to the 2015 series in Blighty for more live Ashes experiences.

Watto hits the winning boundary to seal a 4-0 result!

Watto hits the winning boundary to seal a 4-0 result!

So the biggest lesson of my first Ashes experience? It’s well worth paying the upgrade price to get away from the yobbos in general reserve.

And more particularly as far away as possible from the Aussie Army! Then I can swing both ways as the mood takes me.

The MCG crowd goes wild after the win.

The MCG crowd goes wild after the win.


Joining the Club

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAA couple of months ago I joined the Wendouree Cricket Club as a social member after being introduced to them through a work colleague who is a life member.

I was welcomed warmly by President Ivan Pyke, and after negotiating the initial potentially awkward moment of explaining that no, I wasn’t enquiring because I have a son who wants to play – but that I just want to get involved, help out and learn more about the game – I have been equally welcomed by other committee and club members I’ve since met.

I joined just in time to go along to the club’s 70th anniversary celebration dinner in late October, where they were to present their Teams of the Decades to honour their most successful players, and was asked to write an article about the night for the club’s newsletter.

So I thought I’d share it with you – I really enjoyed finding out more about the club and the game from some of the players and administrators who have made this club the success it is. (last year the club just about did a clean sweep of all senior levels of the Ballarat Cricket Association, and they’re tracking pretty well this year already; and their junior programme is extraordinary – check them out here).

Recipe for success – celebrating 70 years

With just five key ingredients, Wendouree Cricket Club has cooked up a winning recipe that has resulted in seventy years of sporting achievement and a club history to be proud of.

The recent gala dinner to celebrate this notable milestone and induct seven Teams of the Decade brimmed over with reminders of those five vital elements.

And what are they? In no particular order … enduring friendships, strong family bonds, excellence in club administration, a commitment to junior development … and the desire to win.

Which made for a fabulous night of celebration for all concerned!

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe night started with an entry table laid out with guest badges, with more than a few family names dominating the display – a theme that was reinforced as the night progressed! As the table gradually emptied, the chatter, hand shaking and reminiscing of past and present members, friends and family in their suits and fine dresses promised a night to remember. Some had travelled from as far away as Queensland to be a part of the night, others from all parts of Victoria.

MC for the night, Channel Ten’s sports presenter Brad McEwan who is currently based in Sydney but studied in Ballarat, did a fabulous job of keeping the night rolling – with seven separate presentations to announce each honorary team, there was certainly a lot of talking to be done!

But Brad as anchor and the seven club members who each took a turn to introduce a team, all did a great job of striking the right balance between information, entertainment, key stats / facts and funny anecdotes to keep it interesting right through. What a multi-talented bunch our club members are!

There was much to celebrate in the club’s performance on-field over the past 70 years – many notable achievements by individual players and teams. And although only 12 players were able to be recognised for each decade, it was acknowledged how hard the decision was in so many cases, and how many excellent players missed out on selection simply because there was such a depth of talent to choose from. What a fabulous position for the club to be in!

It was particularly notable in the later decades just how many of those recognised for their contribution were products of the club’s junior development programme. It’s clear this commitment and strength in the club is well and truly paying dividends.

While a core part of the night was about recognising club players who have excelled, the administrators and volunteers who have also played a vital role in the club’s development were certainly not left out of the limelight.

All of the Club’s Life Members were introduced, and throughout the night the extent of many of their contributions to creating the successful club we see today was made clear.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAParticular recognition was given in regards the contributions of three towering figures in the club’s history: Ron Sarah, who was the first club captain, President for 19 years and Secretary/Treasurer for many more, and who laid the foundations for the club we know today; Geoff Cunningham who took on the role of President from Ron and continued his great work in that position for many years, overseeing a fabulous period of growth in team numbers and dominance on field; and Geoff McRae who was the chief architect of the junior development program that today is credited with so much of the club’s success. But of course there are many more, as you’d expect of a club with 33 Life Members.

The dedicated teams behind the gala dinner and Teams of the Decades induction were also recognised and thanked for their hard work. With over 170 guests, and all the associated invites, payments, catering, travel and entertainment arrangements, team selection and commemorative plaques and more, it was no mean feat to pull together this celebration. Three committee members in particular carried the weight of the event organisation, and the efforts of Jessica Sewell, Kathryn Kosloff and Belinda Macdonald were recognised.

Trying to track down up to 800 past Club members was probably one of the biggest challenges, and it is hoped the connections that have been re-kindled through this celebration will grow the network of club supporters and keep the WCC family stronger than ever.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAA commemorative book celebrating the past seventy years of club history will now be finalised and produced over the next couple of months – make sure you get in touch to order your copy.

The following will of course capture only a tiny number of the stories that could be told from the night, but together they provide a valuable insight to the experiences of club members over the years.

Life Members Barry and Bev Leach were recognised during the nineties for their many years of dedicated service in administrative and support capacities. Barry only ever played one game, but served as President for four years, having become involved with the club after his sons Andrew and Peter started playing. Bev reflected happily on the fabulous friendships made through the club, ones that have endured many decades, and on playing team “Mum” during junior team trips to Melbourne for competitions.

Graham Gladham opened my eyes to a part of Australia’s sporting history of which I was totally unaware – the dominance of baseball in the 50’s. Graham came to cricket via baseball – playing cricket in the baseball off-season to “keep his eye in” – and in the process becoming proficient enough in cricket also to win a place in the 1952/3 – 1961/2 team of the decade!

Bruce Shuttleworth continues the story… he too played both baseball and cricket as did many of the club’s cricketers at that time – at one point, 9 of the Club’s first eleven team were also baseballers. When Bruce first came to Ballarat there were 32 baseball clubs… how times have changed!

Val Minter, who with husband Derek had travelled up from Melbourne especially for the function, reflected on the club’s great strength in administration. She feels they’ve always known how to give the players a very welcome pat on the back for a job well done, and has been incredibly impressed with the club’s organisation and attention to detail – particularly in pulling together the Teams of the Decades 70th anniversary function. Val also reflected on the many strong friendships formed during hers and Derek’s time with the club – friendships that have endured despite them having left Ballarat more than 40 years ago.

Colin Feltham played for an extended stretch during the seventies and into the eighties, serving with pride as captain of the seconds for 5-6 years.  In that role, he particularly enjoyed bringing on the juniors, helping them to develop their skills, ability and confidence to create the next generation of club champions. Colin has always recognised and valued the strong club culture, with a strong competitive spirit ruling on field but always underpinned by integrity and fairness.

The outsiders view of the Club that I heard from Mick Ellis (stalwart of the Smythesdale Cricket Club, and father of the current first eleven captain, David Ellis) was enlightening – Mick was quick to point out that anyone coming into the club from elsewhere can’t help but be impressed by the excellent organisation evident within the group, the sharing of responsibility, and how welcoming and friendly the club is.

And perhaps the story of Damien Green is as instructive as any about the Club’s strengths. Damien starting playing for Wendouree as a junior in 1984; 29 years later, he’s still playing for the Club! And I get the feeling this isn’t an isolated incident.

It’s a club that folks stick with. It’s a club that has invested heavily in its junior development programs and is rightly proud of its dominance at that level. It’s a club where family names can stick around in the record books for many decades as fathers, brothers, sons and grandsons follow in the footsteps of their forbears.

And as for the effectiveness of the Teams of the Decades celebration and gala dinner – Damien told me that in spite of having been involved with the club for nearly thirty years, he still learned so much that he hadn’t heard before – and particularly enjoyed learning about the formative years of the club and those early flag bearers who established the culture and passion that has persisted through seven decades.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERASeventy years of sporting club success doesn’t just happen by accident. It takes scores of dedicated individuals with the ability to work as a team both on and off field, a strong club culture and commitment to development.

Wendouree Cricket Club has it all, the ultimate recipe for success.

If cricket were a Jane Austen adaptation…

Test cricket would be the venerable 6-part BBC series of Pride & Prejudice – all six hours of it, with plenty of time for plot and character development, meaningful scene setting and satisfying anticipation, climax and denouement moments over and over again.

One day cricket would be the still enjoyable but breathless film of Pride & Prejudice with Keira Knightley, where it feels like some characters have to talk faster than normal to squeeze in all they think they should, and whole sub-plots are thrown out for the sake of the highest of rollercoaster ride dramatic moments.

And Twenty Twenty? The film trailer – over-exposing all the best bits, with a total disregard for how we got there or what it means…

(so yep, when there’s no cricket on TV I’m mostly watching and re-watching my favourite DVDs..)

Turning tables, divided loyalties

I’ve been a bit quiet on the Cricket Explorer front I know – odd considering the Aussie achievements of the last couple of weeks!

It’s partly because I’ve been busy hanging out with parents and rellies from interstate, and therefore had folks around I could bore with cricket talk and questions instead (though Dad seemed pretty happy about it to be honest!) – but mostly because I’ve been breathless and on the edge of my seat with anticipation and excitement, and therefore incapable of sitting still and writing anything longer than a tweet or brief fb post!

So, what can I say? Johnson is in phenomenal form. Just extraordinary.

His knocking out of Anderson’s middle stump during day 3 of the Adelaide Test today – and the subsequent glare – was inspiring, exhilarating and frightening at the same time. Grand drama!! I can’t wait to see the next time Johnson’s in to bat, I wonder who’s going to be bowling to him…

I do worry about myself a bit though: I can feel myself starting to have more than a fleeting  semi-expat interest in – and compassion for – the fortunes of the English. I am actually praying for them to pick themselves up out of the ditch they’ve tumbled into, dust themselves off and start playing with more conviction, form and energy, and whoop the Aussies butts even for a day or two – I’d even be happy for them to win one!

But it’s actually no different to how much I got behind the Aussies in the last Ashes series when they faced the seemingly impossible – and so it was then.

Perhaps I’m just a sucker for an underdog.

Go Aussies!? Go Poms!? Oh I don’t know.

Just give us a series to remember one way or the other huh boys? Oh and if it’s not too much trouble, I’d love for the Boxing Day test – set to be my first live experience of international cricket – to not be a dead rubber.

That seems ridiculously wishful thinking at this point in time…

Keep em guessing Bucky!

He looks pretty mild mannered and unassuming. A reliable, dependable, you-know-just-what-you’re-gonna-get kind of guy.

Mr Casual

But Bucky Rogers sure does know how to mix it up when it comes to ball polishing!

I had a good giggle this afternoon watching him assume the prime ball polishing role (in many different poses!) for Siddle for a spell there …

Though to be honest I always have found the ball polishing bit pretty entertaining. It’s nearly as good as a row of slips fielders, waiting for a delivery, viewed from behind.

Very childish of me I’m sure! But oh well, nothing wrong with being easily pleased and finding small things to giggle about and enjoy, especially on a day like today when you know the result well before play ends. You just have to enjoy the ride.

I can just imagine what he’s saying to his team mate here … “Hey did you see me mix that up back there? Dare you or anyone else to beat it!” 😉

Did you see

PS. enjoying my new camera too!

Defying the rain – the verdict

After the misery of yesterday, I decided that today I just had to give it a chance. So 7:30 this morning I was on the train bound for Melbourne and the MCG – defying the rain to rob me of some cricket joy.

The verdict? Totally worth it!


Oh, the cricket action is not bad either. Rogers got another ton, White’s now warming up for another good knock I think. NSW struggling for wickets, a draw almost certain.

The frustration of rain…

I’d been so looking forward to heading down to Melbourne again today to catch some Sheffield Shield action (VICvsNSW) but the weather forecast was so dire – 95% chance of 5-10mm rain – that I managed to talk myself out of it, thinking there wouldn’t be much play.

Bugger, bugger, bugger!

One full session played already without interruption – and a great one at that with Rogers and Quiney both on fire – and here I am sitting at home (where it is raining, adding to my misery :() regretting not giving it a chance. Already it would have been worth the two hours travel each way …

To add insult to injury – I can’t even console myself today with watching England vs Australia A on the telly because – you guessed it – rain in Hobart too!!

Edgbaston 2007 tmlvngs flickrI am starting to appreciate the world I’ve got myself into – one where the rain is the greatest enemy, and trying to predict it and make plans accordingly can have great consequences for the cricket tragic.

It’s a delicate balancing act of considering the options – particularly if you live in a regional area as I do and the action you’re looking to catch is in a main city some distance away.

Do I go on the off-chance that my virtue and patience in being prepared to sit watching an empty ground get wet could be rewarded with some fantastic play if the rain doesn’t arrive as forecast? Is it better to give it a try and be content with reading a good book while there’s no play, than to regret not being there when something great happens?

Speaking of which – just checked in, they’re back in action after lunch and Rogers has just hit a six. Bugger!

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