Raw cricket

IMG_5907Raw. That’s the only way I can describe domestic first class cricket.

Played in the same major grounds that host international matches, but with only the tiniest number in the stands to soak up the action and compete with the sounds of the middle, you hear and feel everything so much more keenly.

Every grunt of exertion, every shout or clap of encouragement or groan of disappointment, every slap of ball on bat, or thud of ball hitting pads, guards or helmet.

Even great performances feel all the more raw for the inevitably modest recognition from the small crowd.

I love it.

For a newbie to the world of cricket like me, it offers a much better opportunity to watch and analyse and try to understand the game. There’s less distraction, from fans and big match theatrics alike. Less likelihood of feeling overwhelmed by the occasion and finding the action passes in a blur. Plus I’m 100% more likely to be able to get a seat end-on to the wicket where my dodgy eyes have a much better chance of following the ball.

My first experience of live professional cricket was a Sheffield Shield match at the MCG in 2013. My latest and current is one of the same series in the current season but at the much more modest WACA ground. Both equally enticing and enjoyable.

Even rain breaks have their charm. It gives some time out to reflect, catch up on other concurrent matches, do some writing or reading or just go for a walk and stretch the legs.

I love it how the birds take over when the rain sets in at the cricket. They started poking around the western end of the field as soon as the ground staff came out to cover the pitch and square this afternoon. Once the humans’ work was all done, the birds descended on the white square themselves to inspect the work of the ground crew.

It reminded me of my first match experience at the MCG and my great surprise at the audible bird life within the stadium right throughout play. I was later to learn that even at the Boxing Day Test you can hear and see them – they’re a hardy bunch over in the cold state.

As a proud Western Australian, of course I would love for the Western Warriors to win this match against the NSW Blues and gain a home final. But if I’m totally honest, I don’t actually care too much.

It’s not that often that I get to travel down from Geraldton to Perth to enjoy first class matches. So I ask only for a good match, a close match, with plenty of interest. And not too much rain.

I hope the cricket gods are listening.


The things you learn… I

There are some things you can only learn by watching a game ‘in the flesh’ so to speak. I’ve listened to lots of games now, and watched a bit on telly. But now I’ve experienced the game fully I understand far more about the game than I did two days ago.

I’m a bit embarrassed at how obvious these ‘breakthroughs’ for my cricket education seem now, but in the spirit of celebrating my ignorance – as promised from the beginning – I’m going to share them with you anyway.


#1 just how much running goes on, all the time, amongst the fielders. I guess I’ve never been aware of the rearrangement going on between overs before because that’s when the dreaded commercials come on the telly. But also the re-setting needed when there’s left and right hand batsmen on strike surprised me too. Makes sense of course!

#2 the massive variation in distance of both the bowlers run-up and keepers position for fast bowlers vs the slow spinners. Of course it’s obvious! Pete Siddle in particular needs lots of space…

#3 why a dot ball is called a dot ball! I finally worked out all the bits of the scoreboard today. There’s been lots of them today – dot balls that is. Western Warriors are digging in and playing for the draw. Marcus North finally just got a ton, hard fought, nearly 24hrs after he opened the batting for the Warriors …

Loving the sounds of cricket

At a near empty MCG, I’m enjoying my first experience of live professional cricket at day 3 of the Sheffield Shield match between my home state’s Western Warriors and newly adopted state’s Victorian Bushrangers.

The thwack of bat connecting with ball really is special, especially as it echoes off the empty stands.

Then there’s the yells and shouts of the players on the field, the polite applause of the small crowd for the fours and other meaningful runs, and the resident birds going crazy with their own little tweet fest.

Then along came this excited group if school kids who just went berzerk when a four came belting out to the rope just in front of them.

That’s surely what it’s all about.