His name is Tino, Tino, Tino la Bertrand
Oh Tino, Tino, Tino, Tino did get banned
1: ANTICIPATION HAS A HABIT TO SET YOU UP...
There’s nothing in cricket that quite compares to the heightened sense of anticipation aroused by having to face someone genuinely, bum-squeakingly, keepers’ gloves-thuddingly quick. Depending as to your constitution, or your disposition, the anticipation can start several days, maybe even weeks earlier. Such was the case for me back in 2001 when Mick Lewis – yes, of 10-0-113-0 fame – played for Longton on the back of a Pura Cup Final performance in which, in the course of taking 5 for 57 for Victoria against Queensland, he’d been clocked at 95mph, which we knew because Longton’s captain had made a point of mentioning it to the local rag in a pre-season preview. Twice.
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| Mick Lewis |
Anyway, I digress. Tis the babbling of an affright’d man.
A similar thing to the ‘Lewis effect’ hit several of my teammates when news trickled – well, gushed, relatively speaking – into North Staffordshire that Tino Best was coming to town. That’s the Tino Best who, in early 2004, bowled a spell as part of a twin-pronged barrage with Fidel Edwards that was considered by Mark Butcher to have been the quickest hour’s bowling that he faced in Test cricket. He was the latest in a long line of distinguished pros to have played for Leek CC, including Shahid Afridi, Albie Morkel, Vasbert Drakes and current Windies coach, Ottis Gibson.
I would be lying if I said there wasn’t a smidgeon of nervous anticipation on my part, but this was greatly reduced by the fact that we were the first team to play him (no anticipation, see) and his arrival was only confirmed less than 48 hours before the game. It was a cool day, with a stiff breeze blowing down our hilltop ground and toward the pavilion. Nevertheless, a big crowd had turned up to see Tino bring his heat.
2: FROM BARBADOS TO BARNFIELDS
We went into the game having drawn both our opening matches and with confidence fairly fragile (while I’d been playing in Nottingham, the team had escaped relegation in each of the previous two years). Leek, title favourites, had recorded a winning draw and a win, the latter against Porthill and the seam bowling brilliance of Fazl-e-Akbar, and seemed almost as happy to be asked to bat first as were our opening batsmen.
Opening the batting for Leek were Rob King, a decent player who’d had three or four fairly productive years in Minor Counties cricket (although he contrived to win a solitary tenner on Deal or No Deal and thus missed the chance to quit his job as a postman), and Tim Tweats, who, against Yorkshire in 1997, contributed 189 to a partnership of 417 for Derbyshire alongside fellow Moorlander Kim Barnett, the highest stand for any wicket in the county’s history. He was also someone who was ahead of his time – unfortunately so, however, as he would make a natural brand ambassador for a certain microblogging site.
The pair got off to a rollicking, rambunctious start, feasting on a pretty ordinary first hour’s bowling. The early introduction of my chief weapon, Imran Tahir, did little to stem the flow – the chill wind and low-bouncing, greasy surface were not really his working conditions of choice. With King having departed for a breezy 68, including an enormous slog-swept six off Immy, in came Dave Wheeldon, then of Worcestershire (and, under the rules, supposedly an amateur, a point addressed in the Epilogue). Even the best of our depleted bowling resources were haemorrhaging runs, so the skipper decided to ask Imran to bowl against the wind, against his wishes, and give the clubbies the benefit of the tailwind. Immy promptly served Wheeldon two knee-high full-bungers to get him going and finished an undistinguished over by snatching his sweater from the umpire, complaining “I’m not a fucking league bowler”.
In the meantime, I pushed my own distinctly un-aerodynamic and rarely used frame into the gale, with Roger Shaw, a lifelong wicket-keeper (and thus a man who had bowled less than 30 first-team overs in his entire life) rolling out some little offies at the other end. We were around 25 overs into the game. Things weren’t going well. Nevertheless, ‘Wheels’ somehow conspired to chip a leading edge back to me from my, ahem, effort ball. Tweats then got himself stumped off a flipper, stumbling forward, bringing to the wicket the foghorn-mouthed Ed Jones and Tino Best, who smashed his second ball for an absolutely gigantic downwind six – comfortably missing the windows that the Britain’s Got Talent-watching, imagination-free fucktards were about to tell him to “mind” – en route to a very quick 50 that allowed Leek to dec’ on 255 from 45 overs, giving themselves 65 overs to bowl us out.
My teatime refreshments involved fewer stimulants than in 2001. Again, there’s no real reason for this other than having had a decent amount of sleep this time and it being nowhere near as hot. Even had Tino not been there, I held out little hope for us chasing down the total – as I say, our confidence at that stage of the season was not high, and Leek had other strong bowling options in their ranks. So, after a couple of sandwiches and a few frantic nicotine-tugs I dispensed some sage advice to the troops, reminding them of what I had written in my midweek dossier:
Nevertheless, Tino scooted in downwind and quickly knocked over the top 3. A run out then cost us a fourth wicket in the form of 15-year-old future England U-19 and Notts player, Sam Kelsall – a shame, too, as he was handling Tino well enough (and la Bertram wasn’t the sort of bowler to rein in his pace for youngsters). I strode in at 30 for 4, barely having had time to chain smoke half-a-dozen burners…
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| 'welcome to Barnfields': Moddershall CC |
The pair got off to a rollicking, rambunctious start, feasting on a pretty ordinary first hour’s bowling. The early introduction of my chief weapon, Imran Tahir, did little to stem the flow – the chill wind and low-bouncing, greasy surface were not really his working conditions of choice. With King having departed for a breezy 68, including an enormous slog-swept six off Immy, in came Dave Wheeldon, then of Worcestershire (and, under the rules, supposedly an amateur, a point addressed in the Epilogue). Even the best of our depleted bowling resources were haemorrhaging runs, so the skipper decided to ask Imran to bowl against the wind, against his wishes, and give the clubbies the benefit of the tailwind. Immy promptly served Wheeldon two knee-high full-bungers to get him going and finished an undistinguished over by snatching his sweater from the umpire, complaining “I’m not a fucking league bowler”.
Now, I have to say that this show of petulance, this micro-tantrum, was the one and only instance in around 80-odd games he played under my captaincy that Immy showed anything less than total commitment to the cause. As I’ve written elsewhere on this blog, he was a dream to lead… However, this was not an edifying sight. So, I took him out of the attack altogether and spent the next half-hour studiously ignoring several attempts of his to apologise. I wasn’t quite as pissed off as I was acting, but I knew I had a point to make with him later so I felt that it wouldn’t hurt to harrumph around and make him suffer.
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| Tim Tweats |
My teatime refreshments involved fewer stimulants than in 2001. Again, there’s no real reason for this other than having had a decent amount of sleep this time and it being nowhere near as hot. Even had Tino not been there, I held out little hope for us chasing down the total – as I say, our confidence at that stage of the season was not high, and Leek had other strong bowling options in their ranks. So, after a couple of sandwiches and a few frantic nicotine-tugs I dispensed some sage advice to the troops, reminding them of what I had written in my midweek dossier:
Tino If he plays, it’s fair to say it’s going to be pretty brisk (and if Chris Lewis is correct, often quite short). The only things I can really suggest are: (1) for the first two or three balls you face, shorten your backlift, or remove it completely, so that you don’t get your stumps splattered by a yorker before you’ve had the chance to get used to the pace; (2) maybe think about a trigger movement to get your feet movement going; (3) flash hard, cos it’ll take some catching in the cordon. Other than that, it’s about courage and relishing the battle…
I then counselled our middle-aged, free-spirited, free-swinging opener, Shawy, to have a little look before trying to pull (the shot was on since, as I say, it wasn’t a quick pitch!). What did he do? Pulled Tino for four from the innings’ third ball, the first one that was dug in (he did the same to Lonwabo Tsotsobe the following week).
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| Sam Kelsall (now of Notts, Eng U19s) and Imran Tahir (South Africa) |
As I walked out to the middle, trying as best as I could to turn my heartbeat from gabber techno to bossa nova, my old Staffs junior colleague, a good mate from when our Dads played together at Leycett, Tim Tweats, who was fielding at slip, let out a wide-eyed, gleeful cackle at me: “He’s fucking quick, mucker”. Given that Tim, at the time, was standing considerably closer to the boundary than he was the wickets, this was a somewhat redundant observation. Also redundant was the first pillar of our ex-pro Jon Addison’s Principles of Facing Rawbones: don’t look behind you to see how far back the keeper is standing.
I took guard: “six-feet
outside leg stump, please”. The fact that it was a slow pitch was of inestimable value, not that that necessarily affected the levels of danger you were in, what with Tino’s proclivity for the odd ‘flattie’… Anyway, my gameplan was simple: following Addo’s second principle (incorporated into my advice), I’d employ a very low backlift and at all costs protect the castle. Think Collingwood.
First, there was a two tucked off my hips, fairly wide of deep fine leg. As I ran to the bowler’s end, Kingy, at mid-off, yelled, “Steady one. One’s the call…” This more or less obliged me to dash back for two, which I would have done anyway (as opposed to the day I played ML Lewis, when I asked my opening partner on the way out whether he fancied taking strike this time. He didn’t). Next, there was a thick inside-edged yorker that squirted out through square leg as I fell over to the offside, ma wee pinkies sending an express-delivery message to my brain to get them the hell out of there. Finally, the single most satisfying stroke of my innings, possibly my entire cricketing life: a cover driven four that scuttled away in front of square, perhaps about 15 yards or so by the time it got to the fence. To be fair to Tino, he again applauded me – genuinely, I’d like to think (shocked that I had more than a Collingwood-esque crab-jab up my sleeve), although I cannot be certain. He didn’t beam me next ball.
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| Tino does his warm-up -- the author (cap, smoking) and Andy Hawkins (opening batsman) studiously ignore him |
Perversely, I enjoyed it all. Every second of it. The ball was absolutely battering into the blade and generally going to a shallow gulley or backward point, at one stage eliciting a good-natured chirp from Tino: “Come on, Geoffrey, there’s a big crowd in. Entertain them, man.” Rashly, I replied with: “well, if you slip me a full toss to get me going, that would help,” forgetting the possible height range for that type of delivery, then quickly adding “you’re too quick, mate”. Cowardly? Maybe. Could I pass it off as ‘mind games’, playing to his ego? Absolutely.
All in all, I faced 29 consecutive balls in total, seeing him out of the attack and protecting the whippersnappers, during which time I managed three scoring shots. Proper crickeeeeeet.
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| Rob King |
These were my three scoring shots, but my favourite ‘shot’ of the afternoon was a leave-alone to a good length ball, foot out toward the ball in good time, ball passing under my eyes, bottom hand coming off the handle as the top-hand wrist cocked to bring the bat up and out of the way like a drawbridge in time-lapse. It felt in synch, as though I were getting used to the speeds. He was bowling absolutely flat out – he knows no other way (the ball is a Blur) – but, as I say, crucially the wicket was sluggish, lacking the sub-surface solidity and spring to make his bouncer the sort of weapon it can be. It’s a completely different game when those primordial self-protective instincts remain relatively untroubled.
Anyway, shortly after this battle was…well, if not won, then not lost, with us now 8 down, I managed to york myself while charging Rob King’s off-breaks to be stumped. We were soon all out for 89, crashing to a 166-run defeat. No mistake about it: this was a todgering. Tino’s figures, incidentally, were 11-4-23-4 [scorecard]. It would never again get so good for the Bajan…
Burslem had 49 overs to chase down this target and by the end of the first of them needed only 207 to win, thanks to two sets of five wides clearing the keeper’s head and a further pair of bouncers being hooked for four and six. Having twice dispatched Tino over the ropes, skipper Chris Lowndes was struck a nasty blow on the forearm by another exocet of a short ball. The highly religious Best duly followed through all the way down the wicket, stood over the bespectacled recreational cricketer, and said: “I hope I fuckin’ broke it, man”. Tino later griped at another bespectacled recreational cricketer who was playing and missing, even telling the umpire, Neil Somerville, that he “had enough, this is shit cricket”. He went on to finish with the unflattering figures of 10-3-55-1. Lowndes – who refused to shake the Barbadian’s hand at the end of the game and remained bruised for three weeks – recalls that “our supporters booed him off. I’ve never seen anything like it. If he’d pitched it up, at that speed it was basically game over”.
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| Tino steams in at Moddershall...
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3: PICKING WRONG'UNS
Tino’s reputation, which he got through customs with no trouble, was that of a bit of a loose cannon. However, it would be remiss to claim that he was anything other than well behaved up at Moddershall, as indeed he was the following week when Leek went to Stone and knocked off 172 for the loss of one wicket in just 25 overs (Tweats 73 not out, King 63). Another shellacking dished out by the Leek juggernaut. And let it be acknowledged that a character who relies as much on pantomime bravado (and sheer pace) as Tino is always likely to flourish when his team are bullying their opponent. Nevertheless, despite being fuller of beans than a fasoulada, he had been behaving impeccably in his opening fortnight. It was during the third game, up at Burslem in the heart of the Potteries, that the fabric of Tino’s personality started to fray a little, if not yet fully unravel.
Once again, Leek’s batters rattled along at a stonking rate, and this on an apparently lively deck freshened up by a rain interruption that cost the game 20 of its 110 overs. The delay had induced a positive declaration at 227 for 3 from 41 overs, Tweats making an unbeaten single-Nelson and Wheeldon the altogether different grapple of 69.
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| Chris Lowndes |
The following week Leek got back to winning ways, but not before Tino had targeted a beamer at Audley keeper David Whitehurst, an excellent player of high pace. The incident was ostensibly provoked (over and above the obviousinput of his hair-trigger temper) by Whitey bailing out of his stance, having been distracted by children scampering behind the sightscreens, just as Best was about to leap and deliver. He recollects that this was a “harmless act on my behalf but he went ballistic,” and there were lengthy remonstrations between the two before Best decided to come in off the long run-up. Whitehurst’s gloveman counterpart, Andy Carr, suggested that he “shouldn’t have done that”. Anyway, two balls later Best missed his length, by some several yards, the ball by-passing the cut strip and thumping into his adversary’s fleshy bicep. Accident? One of Best’s team mates at Leek confided in me that “you’d have to think it was deliberate, given his track record”.
Whitehurst now works in Vancouver, having attained a PhD in Health Economics, and perhaps therefore he is doubly well-placed to calculate what might have been the cost to his health of that ball striking him a little higher, on the throat, say. He is certainly in no doubt that it was a deliberate ‘flattie’, a view confirmed by team mate, Andrew ‘Tracker’ Johnson: “[It was] very much intentional as he was bowling off his short run until David pissed him off by stopping him in his run-up due to kids playing in United tops… [Later] he bowled me a very good bouncer to the throat telling me I’m a ‘cunt’ and he was going kill me”.
Whitehurst believes the umpires ought to have intervened, and the eventual reason for Best’s ban a fortnight later is, in the eyes of most cricketers, far less heinous than the utterly cowardly act of bowling 90 mph beamers: “The umpiring was poor. He should have been taken out of the attack but the umpire (can’t remember who it was) mistakenly thought that he had to give him a warning before any further action could be taken. What a surprise, an umpire who didn’t know the rules!”
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| Tino and Whitehurst 'discuss' matters: Leek vs Audley (24 May, 2008) |
Whitehurst believes the umpires ought to have intervened, and the eventual reason for Best’s ban a fortnight later is, in the eyes of most cricketers, far less heinous than the utterly cowardly act of bowling 90 mph beamers: “The umpiring was poor. He should have been taken out of the attack but the umpire (can’t remember who it was) mistakenly thought that he had to give him a warning before any further action could be taken. What a surprise, an umpire who didn’t know the rules!”
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| Whitehurst receives Best's riposte: a 'flat one' |
As it was, Tino remained in the attack and finished with figures of 10-0-48-3. He was then dismissed for a blob as Leek knocked off 153 for the loss of four wickets.
[NB. Before our game with Leek, I did discuss with one of our players what I would do if he bowled a beamer at me. If I felt it was deliberate, I would have taken a bat to his knees. I’m sure that, as a good Christian, Mr Best – who claims to be able to “do all things through CHRIST, who Strengthen’s me” (sic) – would accord with the view that one form of assault deserves retaliation in kind: “eye for an eye” and all that...]
A relatively uneventful game against Little Stoke followed, Tino recording 12-2-58-3 as Little Stoke scored 231 all out, then top-scoring with 55 not out as Leek closed on 184 for 8. I say relatively uneventful, for this is Tino. Apparently, he managed to concede four overthrows from the first ball of the game (which he bowled, of course), ostensibly piqued by the amount of time Little Stoke’s opener held his defensive pose (which anyone who watched his 95 at Edgbaston will consider more than a tad hypocritical) and hurling the shiny new cherry straight past his own wicket-keeper to the boundary. As I say, White Line Fever.
So, here he was, five weeks in to his engagement, his team having garnered three wins, a loss and a draw in the league, star of the show and a major draw for North Staffordshire’s cricket watchers as well as being popular with the kids up at Leek for whom he always had time – you’d think he might even be enjoying it, particularly as he had been out of the international cricket spotlight for around four years. OK, it got a bit feisty at Burslem (things often can up there; they take no prisoners) and he lost his rag against Audley (whose players enjoyed the game, it can get on your tits), but this was a period in which the NSSCL’s contingent of fiery ex-international pacemen in were not exactly doing their profession proud. Sri Lankan left-arm paceman and Checkley professional Ruchira Perera – who had once been suspended for a suspect action but is most famous for racially abusing Craig White in February 2001 – was banned by the league for ‘accidentally’ barging the umpire while leaping into delivery stride the ball after a vociferous appeal was denied.
Anyway, it seems that Best was not enjoying his cricket a great deal, for the following week that frayed fabric of his psyche would indeed unravel.
4: MT. TINO'S ERUPTION
Prior to the toss for the home game against Longton, Leek’s skipper, Jamie Cullerton, approached the umpires, Peter Cook and Keith Healey, and warned them that he had been having “a few problems” with Best and that he hoped he would behave. As it turned out, he didn’t behave, and it may be that one of the ancillary causes of Tino’s meltdown – some baggage he had brought with him through customs along with his frisky rep’ – was Cullerton’s illustrious opposite number. Longton’s skipper was none other than the former New Zealand Test player, Nathan Astle, who had captained Tino at Mumbai Champs in the [compulsory adjective alert] ill-fated ICL just three months earlier. By all accounts, they greeted each other (luke)warmly enough, although Astle told his team that Tino had been left out of their side for the penultimate game and hadn’t taken the news well (he had the highest economy rate of anyone that bowled 60 balls in the tournament, as well as the second highest strike-rate and second highest average).
Longton batted first and Best, lightening quick and wayward, was straight away attacked by Tom Birks, who threw his hands through the ball and generally rode his luck during a nonetheless commendable innings of 61. Now, Tino would not be the first or the last international paceman to lose his rag when a club player flays a few streaky boundaries, but his reaction to the situation was far from commonplace. Bustling in to bowl his fourth over, still wicketless, he sent down a quick bouncer that Birks could only glove through to the Andy Carr. However, the celebrations had to be aborted when it was discovered that a no ball had been signalled for overstepping.
On the way back to his mark, Best engaged the umpire in a little Q&A, asking and answering his own question. “Do you know who I am? I’m Tino Best, the fastest bowler in the world” (incidentally, changing the last three words of this to “on the planet” gives you, verbatim, the personalized voicemail message on his mobile phone, as Mark Nicholas coaxed him to reveal to the Channel 5 audience on last Monday’s highlights show). Next ball, irate, he sent down a bouncer that went clean over the batsman’s head that was also called as a no ball, at which point his temper snapped completely. According to the report of the North Staffs and South Cheshire League’s disciplinary body, he said to the umpire: “I’m going to get nothing here because the whites are a superior race and we, as the coloureds, are slaves”.
Umpire Cook asked Tino to desist and spoke to both his colleague and the Leek skipper to let them know what had happened. The non-striking batsman, Mike Longmore, was also on the end of a volley of abuse, and remembers that everyone within earshot was amazed at his “ranting”.
Tino completed the over by bowling off-spin, then repeated his view that the umpire’s decisions were a form of racially motivated victimization, at which point Cook told Cullerton that he would be taking action against the miscreant, who was then immediately removed from the attack and allowed to graze in the outer for a while so as to cool off, with several Leek players apologising to the umpire for their professional’s unhinged behaviour.
However, that was not the end of his bowling that afternoon, for it is fairly normal, in club cricket at least, that when the opposition ranks contain the man with the fastest double-hundred in the history of Test cricket (from 153 balls, 27 fours and 9 sixes, against England in his home town, Christchurch, in 2002), you are probably going to want to call on your 90mph+ Test bowler to try and get him out. Pretty logical stuff. However, when the Bajan was asked by Cullerton to warm up, he revisited the major theme of his earlier outburst, complaining to his skipper that it was “always the black man who got to do the white man’s work”. Not so much cooling off, then, as stewing in his juices…
Despite being accused of reprising benighted colonial attitudes, Cullerton did eventually coax Best back into the attack and the outgoing Longton batsman, Staffordshire’s Pete Wilshaw, says that this clash of the pros was among the most breathtaking cricket he has ever seen in the league. “Tino got fired up and bowled as fast as I’ve ever seen in club cricket, with Astle also hitting him harder than I’ve ever seen. I remember the cover fielders were saving one 40 yards back due to how hard Nath was hitting it!”
Wilshaw’s team mate Dave Edwards recalls “he didn’t bowl any beamers against us but was hit for the hardest four ever by Nathan Astle. He’d kicked his mark back and ran in hard, dropped one short and it was hit so hard in front of square that Tweatsy was actually laughing at first slip.” Apparently, Tino later told Astle – presumably in jest – that he’d get him in the nets in India (Astle had already lobbied for Best’s transfer away from Mumbai Champs and he ended up without a franchise). Lord only knows what Tino said to his former Yorkshire colleagues, Bresnan and Bairstow, at Edgbaston last Monday.
Having by and large failed to bully club players over the previous few weeks, here, for all his speed (if his voicemail is anything to go by, the single biggest hardware supplier to his armoury of self-esteem), he was himself now being bullied by a Test player, treated like a club bowler. The disciplinary hearing would report that “later in the innings Tino Best came on to bowl again and continued to make unacceptable comments including calling one of the Longton CC Batsmen ‘a racist cunt’.” (One wouldn’t like to get too sanctimonious about all this – it will surprise no-one that there is a lot of swearing in sport at all levels, but there is also such a notion as professional conduct, setting an example, and in that regard Tino’s behaviour was as night to day in comparison to that of Ottis Gibson.) He finished with figures of 8-0-50-0.
We ought to have expected it. Our sub-pro in the Baltic conditions for the opening game of the season, Chris Lewis (a bowler who didn’t have white line fever, but was hoping to help others snort them), did not stop talking about renegade master Tino’s ill behaviour. I mean, oncehewasbackfromanextendedstay onthecarpark *breath* tohurriedlygetpadsonbefore chippingoffsecondball, Lewis just, yap-yap-yapped, rabbiting on and on, not only about Tino’s borderline psychotic behaviour in jazz-hat games for Lashing’s, repeatedly bouncing stockbrokers evidently without the ability to defend themselves for having the temerity to French cut him for four. When upbraided by his skipper (John Emburey, if memory serves) and asked to pitch it up, he replied: “no one tells Tino Best how to bowl”.
At any rate, by the time Best came out to bat he was singing a slave song and Edwards, himself with Afro-Caribbean heritage, proceeded to question his knowledge of black history. At the time, I heard people speculate ascribe Best’s actions to a sense of embarrassment, because at some level he was looking to end to his relative savaging at the hands of Astle (a batsman briefly tamed by the aforementioned Samuels-with-arthritis anti-rag offies of Roger Shaw), but Best’s J’accuse moment – one that, frankly, would have shamed CLR James and his Black Jacobins – occurred earlier in the day.
* WARNING: the following paragraph concerns socio-psychiatric theory
Whichever way you looked at it, it was all a nonsense: Tino was the second-best paid player on the field and the way he expressed his displeasure – not chose to express, which implies a conscious deliberative act – at the decision is, by almost any definition, demented; the view that he was being persecuted is redolent of nothing so much as a paranoid delusion, particularly as described by Gilles Deleuze and Félix Guattari in their highly idiosyncratic attack on the tenets of Freudian psychonalysis, Anti-Oedipus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia, Volume I. Indeed, they contend that all delirium – which orthodox psychoanalysis tries to locate in the cloying familialism of Oedipus and its drearily repetitive ‘Mommy-Daddy-Me’ – has a world-historical, racial content, which doesn’t necessarily mean racist. They write: “All paranoiac deliriums stir up…historic, geographic, and racial masses,” which are the means through which is expressed one’s passionally invested identity, one’s phantasmatic sense of self, and its (perceived) subjugation or otherwise, where the statement “I am the superior race” (or “inferior”) is an affair of the unconscious alone, and not the ‘facts’ of history or the internal or external ‘properties’ of the body, its skin colour, or passport. At any rate, it would be remiss of us to draw hard and fast psychoanalytic conclusions from this meagre evidence – much less argue whether religiosity is not itself intrinsically delirious (a controversial topic, so Mr Dawkins would have us believe) – but it is reasonable enough to assert that a man’s psychological moorings may not be especially secure if he is refusing to run in and bowl, as a bowling professional, on the basis of standing up for an oppressed people.
People might prefer that Best’s cartoonish histrionics on the field are explained away as mere juvenilia, the antics of a child whose blushes provoke a violent reaction, a temper tantrum. Well, perhaps. But howsoever the turbid oceans of the id are lapping at the shoreline of his conscious self, there is certainly a huge amount of untrammelled egotism and attention-seeking in his behaviour, while the professed adherence to the teachings of Jesus Christ (such as I understand their general tone even while ignorant of their actual content) appear to have had little inhibiting effect on his bottle-of-pop temperament, his embarrassingly excessive and inappropriate pantomime posturing. It would not be the first time someone has used the cover of religion in order to justify their capricious, erratic outbursts and general petulance. But what gives this a different character is that trope of racial persecution, all of which might have charted a course dangerously close to the murky rocks of an actual pathology.
Of course, none of this vitiates the claim that he has a perfectly jovial and gregarious side to him, in certain conditions – much like predatory animals can be relatively quiescent when their hunger is sated – nor that his bubbly personality™ provides entertainment. He does. Apart from when he’s bowling flat-out beamers at club players.
5. “YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW”
On June 9, the Monday following the Longton game, Leek Cricket Club informed Tino Best that, in the wake of a club meeting that evening, his contract with the club would be terminated by mutual agreement. Then, on Friday, June 20, the NSSC Premier League Regulatory Board convened a mandatory hearing to consider the various reports. In attendance were both umpires, as well as the Chairman (Brian Mellor), Secretary (Stan Trafford) and Captain (Cullerton) of Leek CC, while Best himself had left the country (he was in Ireland, playing Twenty20 for Lashings). Leek’s officials recounted at the meeting how this was the second time they had had disciplinary problems with Tino, revealing that they had already previously given him an internal censure in the form of a verbal warning about his behaviour earlier in the season (it must have been either the Burslem or, more likely, Audley game).
The Regulatory Board duly banned Tino Best from all cricket from the June 28 to August 3 inclusive, a six-week ban that he served in absentia and in which Leek, despite their proactive and perhaps pre-emptive measures, were prohibited from engaging a substitute professional, a move that certainly played a significant part in my club winning the title and which then-Chairman of the League, Chris Hopkin, said was “to send a warning out to other clubs around the country about him”.
Of course, Tino went on to play for Yorkshire in 2010, claiming to The Guardian (in an article that misreported the nature of his misdemeanours at Leek) that he was “more humble now. You learn as you get older”. Even so, one doubts whether even the positively beatific Tino of 2012 looks back with any fondness on his truncated, truculent and unseemly shift in North Staffordshire. For the record, since he is not in the records (Leek evidently taking a Stalinist approach to their historical documents) he made 137 runs in five innings at an average of 45.66, with two unbeaten half-centuries. As for the bread-and-butter, his aggregate bowling analysis was 63-11-279-12 – with an unimpressive average of 23.25 (Imran Tahir’s was 11.14) and equally poor economy rate of 4.43 runs per over, while his strike rate was a respectable wicket every 21.5 balls.
As for Leek, the club made no comment at the time, and declined to do so now, other than to confirm that Tino was in breach of contract, and it is probably fair to say that they do not plan on commissioning a portrait to hang over the bar. Having just accused them of Stalinist bowdlerization, Leek do not appear entirely certain whether they ought to excise him from the memory or celebrate his effervescent presence at the club, so on play-cricket have left him as Unsure on all the scorecards, but in bold red type, the colour of rage.
EPILOGUE
Moddershall, as I say, won the title in 2008, despite almost conspiring to chuck it away on the final afternoon. During our game at Leek, Eddie Jones had repeatedly uttered the phrase “Immershall” to imply we were a one-man team, a charge that will be laid to rest in due course, but which I answered adequately on some short-lived and vituperative forum/chatroom using the tool of statistics. Namely: where their batting was top-heavy, reliant on Wheeldon, King and Tweats, our top 7 (highest aggregate 451, lowest 337) scored more runs than theirs, more than any other side in the division (2760 in total). Sure, we relied on Immy for wickets, but that’s pretty understandable when our team had lost almost 70% of its amateur overs from the previous season (Carr D, Carr I, Woodward, Holloway) and, for the last eight games, didn’t have anyone at all playing who’d taken a first XI wicket for the club the previous season.
We played to a gameplan that exploited two rules – the possible 60/50 split in the 110 overs, and the lack of any limitation on the number of overs any one man could bowl – and sought to benefit from a third: 25 points for a bat-first win, as opposed to 20 for chasing. In addition, we had two opening batsmen in their forties who would clearly be more effective without having fielded for over 3 hours. So, from six weeks in, we looked to put the runs on the board and let Imran loose, a gameplan very different from 2005 – both mine and Immy’s previous season at Moddershall – when the seam bowling was stronger and he might not come on until 20-odd overs had been bowled. In this dry middle period we won the toss and batted eight times, recording six wins and having the opposition nine down and hanging on in the other two games. Rocket science, it was not.
As for Leek’s claim (or excuse-mongering) that “no other team would have coped without their pro the way that we did” – well, yes, quite. Then again, not many teams had quite so many shamateurs in the pre-open era of one professional per team. Without any proof to the contrary, I’m happy to give Richard Cooper (former pro of Betley and Alsager) and Andy Carr the benefit of the doubt. I’ll even do Tim Tweats and Eddie Jones the same service. However, despite not making a song and dance about it at the time, we knew that Wheeldon was being paid (he himself had used this to a very senior coach at Worcestershire as a reason for not playing Birmingham League, as ordinarily stipulated, because he was picking up £200 per game), and Rob King has also admitted to a source that he was being paid over £4000.
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Anyway, it seems that Best was not enjoying his cricket a great deal, for the following week that frayed fabric of his psyche would indeed unravel.
4: MT. TINO'S ERUPTION
Prior to the toss for the home game against Longton, Leek’s skipper, Jamie Cullerton, approached the umpires, Peter Cook and Keith Healey, and warned them that he had been having “a few problems” with Best and that he hoped he would behave. As it turned out, he didn’t behave, and it may be that one of the ancillary causes of Tino’s meltdown – some baggage he had brought with him through customs along with his frisky rep’ – was Cullerton’s illustrious opposite number. Longton’s skipper was none other than the former New Zealand Test player, Nathan Astle, who had captained Tino at Mumbai Champs in the [compulsory adjective alert] ill-fated ICL just three months earlier. By all accounts, they greeted each other (luke)warmly enough, although Astle told his team that Tino had been left out of their side for the penultimate game and hadn’t taken the news well (he had the highest economy rate of anyone that bowled 60 balls in the tournament, as well as the second highest strike-rate and second highest average).
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On the way back to his mark, Best engaged the umpire in a little Q&A, asking and answering his own question. “Do you know who I am? I’m Tino Best, the fastest bowler in the world” (incidentally, changing the last three words of this to “on the planet” gives you, verbatim, the personalized voicemail message on his mobile phone, as Mark Nicholas coaxed him to reveal to the Channel 5 audience on last Monday’s highlights show). Next ball, irate, he sent down a bouncer that went clean over the batsman’s head that was also called as a no ball, at which point his temper snapped completely. According to the report of the North Staffs and South Cheshire League’s disciplinary body, he said to the umpire: “I’m going to get nothing here because the whites are a superior race and we, as the coloureds, are slaves”.
Umpire Cook asked Tino to desist and spoke to both his colleague and the Leek skipper to let them know what had happened. The non-striking batsman, Mike Longmore, was also on the end of a volley of abuse, and remembers that everyone within earshot was amazed at his “ranting”.
Tino completed the over by bowling off-spin, then repeated his view that the umpire’s decisions were a form of racially motivated victimization, at which point Cook told Cullerton that he would be taking action against the miscreant, who was then immediately removed from the attack and allowed to graze in the outer for a while so as to cool off, with several Leek players apologising to the umpire for their professional’s unhinged behaviour.
However, that was not the end of his bowling that afternoon, for it is fairly normal, in club cricket at least, that when the opposition ranks contain the man with the fastest double-hundred in the history of Test cricket (from 153 balls, 27 fours and 9 sixes, against England in his home town, Christchurch, in 2002), you are probably going to want to call on your 90mph+ Test bowler to try and get him out. Pretty logical stuff. However, when the Bajan was asked by Cullerton to warm up, he revisited the major theme of his earlier outburst, complaining to his skipper that it was “always the black man who got to do the white man’s work”. Not so much cooling off, then, as stewing in his juices…
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Wilshaw’s team mate Dave Edwards recalls “he didn’t bowl any beamers against us but was hit for the hardest four ever by Nathan Astle. He’d kicked his mark back and ran in hard, dropped one short and it was hit so hard in front of square that Tweatsy was actually laughing at first slip.” Apparently, Tino later told Astle – presumably in jest – that he’d get him in the nets in India (Astle had already lobbied for Best’s transfer away from Mumbai Champs and he ended up without a franchise). Lord only knows what Tino said to his former Yorkshire colleagues, Bresnan and Bairstow, at Edgbaston last Monday.
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We ought to have expected it. Our sub-pro in the Baltic conditions for the opening game of the season, Chris Lewis (a bowler who didn’t have white line fever, but was hoping to help others snort them), did not stop talking about renegade master Tino’s ill behaviour. I mean, oncehewasbackfromanextendedstay onthecarpark *breath* tohurriedlygetpadsonbefore chippingoffsecondball, Lewis just, yap-yap-yapped, rabbiting on and on, not only about Tino’s borderline psychotic behaviour in jazz-hat games for Lashing’s, repeatedly bouncing stockbrokers evidently without the ability to defend themselves for having the temerity to French cut him for four. When upbraided by his skipper (John Emburey, if memory serves) and asked to pitch it up, he replied: “no one tells Tino Best how to bowl”.
At any rate, by the time Best came out to bat he was singing a slave song and Edwards, himself with Afro-Caribbean heritage, proceeded to question his knowledge of black history. At the time, I heard people speculate ascribe Best’s actions to a sense of embarrassment, because at some level he was looking to end to his relative savaging at the hands of Astle (a batsman briefly tamed by the aforementioned Samuels-with-arthritis anti-rag offies of Roger Shaw), but Best’s J’accuse moment – one that, frankly, would have shamed CLR James and his Black Jacobins – occurred earlier in the day.
* WARNING: the following paragraph concerns socio-psychiatric theory
Whichever way you looked at it, it was all a nonsense: Tino was the second-best paid player on the field and the way he expressed his displeasure – not chose to express, which implies a conscious deliberative act – at the decision is, by almost any definition, demented; the view that he was being persecuted is redolent of nothing so much as a paranoid delusion, particularly as described by Gilles Deleuze and Félix Guattari in their highly idiosyncratic attack on the tenets of Freudian psychonalysis, Anti-Oedipus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia, Volume I. Indeed, they contend that all delirium – which orthodox psychoanalysis tries to locate in the cloying familialism of Oedipus and its drearily repetitive ‘Mommy-Daddy-Me’ – has a world-historical, racial content, which doesn’t necessarily mean racist. They write: “All paranoiac deliriums stir up…historic, geographic, and racial masses,” which are the means through which is expressed one’s passionally invested identity, one’s phantasmatic sense of self, and its (perceived) subjugation or otherwise, where the statement “I am the superior race” (or “inferior”) is an affair of the unconscious alone, and not the ‘facts’ of history or the internal or external ‘properties’ of the body, its skin colour, or passport. At any rate, it would be remiss of us to draw hard and fast psychoanalytic conclusions from this meagre evidence – much less argue whether religiosity is not itself intrinsically delirious (a controversial topic, so Mr Dawkins would have us believe) – but it is reasonable enough to assert that a man’s psychological moorings may not be especially secure if he is refusing to run in and bowl, as a bowling professional, on the basis of standing up for an oppressed people.
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Of course, none of this vitiates the claim that he has a perfectly jovial and gregarious side to him, in certain conditions – much like predatory animals can be relatively quiescent when their hunger is sated – nor that his bubbly personality™ provides entertainment. He does. Apart from when he’s bowling flat-out beamers at club players.
5. “YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW”
On June 9, the Monday following the Longton game, Leek Cricket Club informed Tino Best that, in the wake of a club meeting that evening, his contract with the club would be terminated by mutual agreement. Then, on Friday, June 20, the NSSC Premier League Regulatory Board convened a mandatory hearing to consider the various reports. In attendance were both umpires, as well as the Chairman (Brian Mellor), Secretary (Stan Trafford) and Captain (Cullerton) of Leek CC, while Best himself had left the country (he was in Ireland, playing Twenty20 for Lashings). Leek’s officials recounted at the meeting how this was the second time they had had disciplinary problems with Tino, revealing that they had already previously given him an internal censure in the form of a verbal warning about his behaviour earlier in the season (it must have been either the Burslem or, more likely, Audley game).
The Regulatory Board duly banned Tino Best from all cricket from the June 28 to August 3 inclusive, a six-week ban that he served in absentia and in which Leek, despite their proactive and perhaps pre-emptive measures, were prohibited from engaging a substitute professional, a move that certainly played a significant part in my club winning the title and which then-Chairman of the League, Chris Hopkin, said was “to send a warning out to other clubs around the country about him”.
Of course, Tino went on to play for Yorkshire in 2010, claiming to The Guardian (in an article that misreported the nature of his misdemeanours at Leek) that he was “more humble now. You learn as you get older”. Even so, one doubts whether even the positively beatific Tino of 2012 looks back with any fondness on his truncated, truculent and unseemly shift in North Staffordshire. For the record, since he is not in the records (Leek evidently taking a Stalinist approach to their historical documents) he made 137 runs in five innings at an average of 45.66, with two unbeaten half-centuries. As for the bread-and-butter, his aggregate bowling analysis was 63-11-279-12 – with an unimpressive average of 23.25 (Imran Tahir’s was 11.14) and equally poor economy rate of 4.43 runs per over, while his strike rate was a respectable wicket every 21.5 balls.
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| Imran: in the wickets |
EPILOGUE
We played to a gameplan that exploited two rules – the possible 60/50 split in the 110 overs, and the lack of any limitation on the number of overs any one man could bowl – and sought to benefit from a third: 25 points for a bat-first win, as opposed to 20 for chasing. In addition, we had two opening batsmen in their forties who would clearly be more effective without having fielded for over 3 hours. So, from six weeks in, we looked to put the runs on the board and let Imran loose, a gameplan very different from 2005 – both mine and Immy’s previous season at Moddershall – when the seam bowling was stronger and he might not come on until 20-odd overs had been bowled. In this dry middle period we won the toss and batted eight times, recording six wins and having the opposition nine down and hanging on in the other two games. Rocket science, it was not.
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| the Moddershall dressing room, post-title: the last time Imran tahir or Sam Kelsall would be there |
Anyway, once Tino’s ban was up, Leek pulled in the likes of Leicestershire’s Wayne White, Barbadian Kevin Stoute, and New Zealand seamer Iain O’Brien as their sub pros, but couldn’t quite pull off the title. We hung on, the team that had come tenth the previous season and then lost its best two players in Iain Carr and Richard Holloway, a team of no stars and people who knew their jobs, with a genius bowler, a man who loved the club, as our talisman.
Immershall, la-la-la. Immershall, la-la-la.
Immershall, la-la-la. Immershall, la-la-la.
1 comment:
Great stuff Scott. We'll have to sit down one day though, so you can explain some of them there big words to me! Love it! Ju
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