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Of Seizing Stumps and Submissive Smiles
First, those stumps. Six trophies were on offer at Adelaide as England, literally with the field to themselves, celebrated their victory and divided the spoils amongst themselves.
One for Pietersen. One for Cook. One for Swann. One for Anderson, whose two wickets in the first quarter of an hour secured the match, if not yet the Ashes, if not quite yet the series. Which leaves two to be assigned.
Third Man thinks that England in their present frame of mind and Australia in theirs will take for granted that they are England’s to bequeath – that is, to give by their will and their will alone.
One for their Field Marshall, Andy Flower, remembering that the only day that England may be judged to have lost so far in this series happened when he was absent.
And one for their fallen comrade, Stuart Broad, who Team England will do all they can to cuddle through the next twelve weeks of lonely rehabilitation for his muscle tear.
Secondly, the smiles.
There is more than one kind of smile. There are the smiles of happiness, of love, and of pride. The smiles of genuine pleasure, the insolent smile and the shivering smile of determined vengeance.
But there is also the submissive smile of the Beta Male to the Alpha Male. The smile of genuflection, with knee bent to the ground, eyes lowered and forehead foremost. This has been the Australian smile, time after time.
From before Brisbane, Australia have communicated only DOUBT in themselves. From early Shield and tour matches, from the 17 squad selection, from pre-match, mid-match and post-match interviews in Brisbane and in Adelaide, from the kicking of turf, the hunching of shoulders, the burying of necks in shoulders, the cursing, the being rattled – with every muscle they have screamed their disbelief.
Most matches are won before a ball is bowled. They are won in the minds of those who compete. They are won before the aptly named ‘boundary’ is crossed.
Australia once taught England the great lesson: start with the mind, for power comes from the will. Over the last month or more they have bequeathed supremacy to England.
“Thanks mate.”
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Jack Berry Hobbs – How Did You Do That?
All the talk of Hobbs (and Sutcliffe, Strauss and Cook) persuaded Third Man to nip back in his trusty time machine to have another look at The Master.
If, like TM, you always wanted to know what the shot in the photo above and the ones below was all about …
… with its echo of Trumper, both feet off the ground, bat behind his ear and quite unlike the ‘stepping out to drive’ of today which is played with the back foot coming behind the front foot and executed with at least one foot always on terra firma …
then do please have a look at the film here made by Charles Barnett in 1925 with the written permission of the great man. (and first seen by TM in the new Savoy in P’sfield in 1926.)
5 minutes and 28 seconds into the film Hobbs ‘hops’ off his back foot, both feet off the ground, bat raised high, before landing and swinging.
It is a length-destroying-shot. And you’ll see it in slow-mo too.
(Don’t miss the wonderful shots of Tom Hayward with a mustache and a half, this Movember.)
Why has this shot been lost from the canon to be replaced by the ‘step out to drive’? Perhaps because it must have been more difficult to keep the head still or at least in a stable eye line moving towards the ball.
As the above shot and the film also demonstrate, backward attack and defence shots were played with their contact point well in front of the body often with the back foot pointing down the wicket. Not to be recommended as this opens the hips, squares the shoulders and either results in the down swing coming across the line of the ball, or necessitates an in-to-out line. But it didn’t stop the great man making 197 centuries.
Note also how, in the film, The Master plays the cut. He initially adopts a forward press from which he propels himself onto the back foot – a technique that links him to Hussey cutting at the Gabba 84 years later.
But it is not all technique. Social historians will relish the shots of Parker’s Piece looking like a park in Mumbai with numerous games going on, Jesus College and a packed Oval.
For those who missed the above link to the film, here it is again. Apologies for the initial advertisement, but it is worth persevering … and there’s more … tomorrow.
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