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| Roach material |
The following afternoon, this was the topic on the mind of the
always engaging and ever insightful Nasser Hussain – for my money, incidentally,
the pundit who best grasps cricket’s unique group psychodynamics: those little ‘leakages’
in the unity of a team that can later precipitate its disintegration, or those microsocial
mechanisms that cumulatively engender fierce camaraderie and determination.
Anyway, Hussain was moved by the hugely impressive Roach to
talk of a resurgence in the art of pace bowling throughout the world game, and this
is precisely the subject of my latest piece for Spin magazine (Issue 66), given the title ‘Fast Forward’. Originally, I wrote the
small matter of 6700 words on this subject, since trimmed back to around 5000.
The first part of the essay enumerated the various quick bowlers to have
emerged this winter (three debutant seamers winning Man of the Match wards and
another missing out despite taking a 7-fer, his country’s third-best debut
figures) before then broadening out into a discussion of the future health of
Test cricket and the role of pace bowling therein given the incredible and
implacable rise and rise of Twenty20. Can the two forms co-exist or will the
latter inevitably be rendered obsolete by the popularity and marketability of
the former?
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| the heat is on... |
Well, my argument in the piece is simple: Test cricket as a
spectacle depends on the continued presence of pace bowlers. They are its prime
box-office draw. Nothing thrills like an express paceman. Therefore, I suggest
that the future prosperity and wellbeing of the Test format as a whole (macro)
will emerge, bottom-up, from the aggregate of individual decisions of pace
bowlers (micro) regarding whether they save their bodies from the rigours of
Test cricket, and its attendant risk to their future earning potential, and
instead pursue T20 alone, as have Lasith Malinga and Shaun Tait.
While the ICC can easily adapt its Future Tours Programme to
fit the IPL schedule (it is utterly naïve to think this will happen in reverse
or can be imposed from Dubai), and accommodations that are made will impact far
less on the thinking of quick bowlers than they might on spinners and batsmen
since the latter can in principle play all year round if they wish. They can
come from a Test in Brisbane , Bridgetown ,
Birmingham or Bloemfontein ,
jump off the plane in Bangalore ,
and get straight into it. Obviously, the treadmill as far more taxing – physically,
certainly – for pace bowlers.
Now, I say I originally
wrote 6700 words. That much is true. For a long time – until an eleventh-hour and
entirely understandable change of heart from the editor – the piece involved a
lengthy excursion into some aspects of a Marxist philosophy of history,
principally because it still provides – albeit in slightly modified (‘non-economistic’)
form – the framework that is most adequate to account, in general terms, for the
causes of historical events (as opposed to natural events that affect
historical processes: tsunamis, earthquakes and other happenings that insurers
would file under force majeure). More
specifically, an understanding of the way capital works – one which we all know,
by the way: extract value from this or that process (producing, trading, etc) and
realize it as profit, then reinvest, ad
infinitum – is the most cogent means available for us to be able to grasp
the manner in which the ‘blind’ or ‘myopic’ functioning of market forces affects
the overall pattern of the historical process as a whole.
Put simply, capitalism’s
unslakable thirst for new sources of profit makes it sublimely indifferent and utterly
unsentimental about anything that a
community (such as cricket lovers in our case) may hold sacred or meaningful or
valuable in a non-monetary sense if such an entity is not yielding a profit
(hence the threat to Test cricket in most – though not all – countries, for in
some it is still a profitable enterprise). It freewheels along, tossed and
buffeted on a sea of competition and the ever shifting ground of demand…
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| Marx |
However, this theorization of the undirectedness, nonlinear, haphazard
nature of history – no-one believes any more that there is a historical purpose:
a destiny, a utopia – as the net effect of profiteering in the here-and-now (local
rationalism, global irrationalism) is also, perversely, precisely the source of optimism as far as Test cricket is
concerned, for it shows that the latter’s imputed extinction at the hands of
commercial forces (and social trends in the subcontinent and elsewhere) is far
from a done deal. History is contingency, not necessity.
While market forces have in some ways superseded the power of
nation-states and their governments and are clearly hugely powerful historical causes,
so too is desire – in this case, the conscious desire (or will) to protect
something that may not make much commercial sense when set alongside T20 on the
balance sheet (indeed, TV rights for a single IPL game now sell for as much as
a Test match in India: approximately $7m).
As for those individual fast bowlers, it is far easier for
the Boards of the wealthier Test-playing nations to call the shots and demand
that their players remain available, “or else…”. But this is not quite so easy
for West Indies , who already have a whole
team playing elsewhere. It is to be hoped that Kemar Roach – and James
Pattinson, Pat Cummins, Marchant de Lange, Doug Bracewell and others – continue
to strive for Test glory: the nation over the market, if you will.
Anyway, regarding the more intellectual / indulgent / tedious version
of my piece – which bore the slightly cumbersome title of this blog post – once
the new issue of Spin has been out a while,
I will consider whether I should post it here or perhaps seek to have it
published on another platform (Wisden would
be the optimum, but I’m also involved in the early stages of an all-sport, Blizzard-like magazine for longform
journalism which would no doubt run it…). I mean, come on: anything that managed
to illustrate the replenishment of international cricket’s pace-bowling stocks and the concrete dilemma facing quick
bowlers today (country or money?) by way of Wilfred Owen’s anti-war
masterpiece, ‘Dulce et Decorum Est’, deserves an airing…
My Epigraph
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!
– An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy
helmets just in time;
But someone still was
yelling out and stumbling,
And flound’ring like a
man in fire or lime…
My coda
It may be more urgent than we realize to gather together the
talented teenage pacemen out there – cricket’s heavy artillery, its future –
and to communicate with “high zest” to these youngsters “ardent for some
desperate glory” that old (metaphorical) truth
of international cricket: “Dulce est decorum est / Pro patria mori”.
*****
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