Showing posts with label analysis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label analysis. Show all posts
Wednesday, 27 January 2016
HOW TO SET THE FIELD FOR LEGGIES (IN ASIA)
It's funny which pieces get the most attention, the most traction on social media. Usually, they are ones involving Asian themes, and in this regard the ESPNcricinfo subeditor that chose the headline of this one did well. (I didn't dare venture below the line. Indian commenters are a special breed...)
The piece was published in advance of England's tour of the UAE, when it seemed likely that Adil Rashid would get a gig. He did, of course, starting with a five-for in a Test that England almost swindled after it had ambled along for four days, but fading quickly as both he and Moeen failed to exert any kind of control on the Pakistani batsman. Still, he has gone on to have an exceptional Big Bash League, and looks a crucial prospect for our T20
Around the same time, South Africa were arriving in India for their own Test series with an old friend Imran Tahir having been picked for what was likely to be his last flirt with the five-day game (he remains a first-choice pick for SA's white-ball teams).
This piece recapitulates an idea that I developed while watching Immy's torrid early experiences in Test cricket, trying to figure out a way for him to be more effective.
How to Manage Legspinners in Asia
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Tuesday, 4 November 2014
ON THE BIAS OF UMPIRES
During the course of my largely unsuccessful attempt to draw Peter Willey into discussing some of the subtler aspects of umpiring – the editor thought that since he was no longer on the ICC payroll he might give it both barrels about various issues – I researched an article, on changing trends in the prevalence of lbw decisions, by Douglas Miller (a committee member at Bucks and someone who'd helped me a lot with my research on a Minor Counties book I'm working on) for the Association of Cricket Statisticians and Historians.
Despite Willey giving most of my questions short shrift, eventually forcing me to abandon the specialist 'Talking Cricket' interview and incorporate the better quotes into his Gleanings, I was able to use the research in a blog for ESPNcricinfo's The Cordon about umpiring bias, a slightly provocative title and an opportunity to have a pop at some of the ice-cream men who have brought frustration to my cricketing days. Not all of them, I hasten to add –and most of the ones that did were decent sports in the bar.
I emailed the article to Douglas, an umpire himself, and his reply was exquisite: "I wish it were a fable that an umpire puts himself at risk when giving a captain out, but it isn’t! For myself, I just wish I was a better decision-maker. In the end that is key to success. I am off to our Thames Valley dinner tonight, where I shall see some who were out, some who should have been given out but weren’t and some who shouldn’t but were – but none of us will be sure in which category they lie!"
The Bias of Umpires
Despite Willey giving most of my questions short shrift, eventually forcing me to abandon the specialist 'Talking Cricket' interview and incorporate the better quotes into his Gleanings, I was able to use the research in a blog for ESPNcricinfo's The Cordon about umpiring bias, a slightly provocative title and an opportunity to have a pop at some of the ice-cream men who have brought frustration to my cricketing days. Not all of them, I hasten to add –and most of the ones that did were decent sports in the bar.
I emailed the article to Douglas, an umpire himself, and his reply was exquisite: "I wish it were a fable that an umpire puts himself at risk when giving a captain out, but it isn’t! For myself, I just wish I was a better decision-maker. In the end that is key to success. I am off to our Thames Valley dinner tonight, where I shall see some who were out, some who should have been given out but weren’t and some who shouldn’t but were – but none of us will be sure in which category they lie!"
The Bias of Umpires
Tuesday, 24 June 2014
UNVITAL STATISTICS
In his autobiography, Out of My Comfort Zone, Steve Waugh wrote
that “fielding is a true test of players sacrificing themselves for the
interest of the team because it’s the only facet of the game where you don’t
get statistically rewarded for your efforts”. True enough, you might reason, but
for how much longer?
In recent columns for ESPNcricinfo, both Daryll Cullinan and Rob Steen argued for a thorough overhaul and renovation of fielding statistics, with the former concluding, in almost antithetical fashion to Waugh, that “it can no longer be ignored that fielding needs a massive statistical boost. If fielding stats are brought in, cricketers will also attach far greater importance to the discipline because of the recognition rewards”.
In recent columns for ESPNcricinfo, both Daryll Cullinan and Rob Steen argued for a thorough overhaul and renovation of fielding statistics, with the former concluding, in almost antithetical fashion to Waugh, that “it can no longer be ignored that fielding needs a massive statistical boost. If fielding stats are brought in, cricketers will also attach far greater importance to the discipline because of the recognition rewards”.
It is undeniable that Cullinan’s viewpoint represents the way the world, let alone cricket, is going – abstract quantitative measurement is the fundamental reality of a society geared toward profit, and managerialist performance targets have insinuated themselves into all spheres of modern life, from school grades to hospital waiting times, with systems often creeking under the strain of meeting prescriptive and externally imposed ‘efficiency’ goals. While batting and bowling are readily given individualised statistics, is this inevitable, necessary or even desirable when it comes to fielding, the one area of the game that isn’t an isolated individual undertaking?
Perhaps, rather than being a simple matter of right and wrong, there is an ‘ideological’ divergence here. Waugh’s position represents a sort of collectivist, socialist view, along the lines of Karl Marx’s dictum: “from each according to his capability, to each according to his needs”. Cullinan’s view might be called ‘liberal individualist’, assuming – in line with the view that ‘rational self-interest’ provides the ‘hidden hand’ bringing macro-order to a market-based society – that individual reward is the only way to incentivise the raising of standards. “Batting and bowling have individual rankings,” he muses, “why can’t fielding have the same? The game and spectator experience can only be enhanced”. Only?
Quite apart from this being an awfully pessimistic take on human motivation, it should be pointed out that the great recent fielding innovations – the relay chase, the relay throw, the rugby-style slide-and-offload, the two-man catch – have already happened without individual incentives, through players exploring their own limits for the service of the team. As we shall shortly see, it’s not only that “recognition rewards” haven’t proven necessary to raise standards, therefore; it’s that they can easily interfere with a team’s needs – creating a conflict between team and individual goals – and thus insidiously affect good fielding.
Although a much more holistic team undertaking than cricket (“the team sport played by individuals”), football has nonetheless recently seen an upsurge in statistical data. Companies like OPTA measure all sorts of supposedly individual contributions to the collective cause – tackles made, number of key passes, shooting accuracy – these ‘facts’ being extrapolated from their multi-sided context and endowed with dubious significance, as with a concert review that praises the crispness of the cymbal striking without reference to the overall sound. Is a high number of tackles a sign of diligence, physical flexibility, or colleagues' profligacy in possession?
Aside from effacing the complex causes behind those facets of the game upon which it purportedly casts light, the statistical approach may, through a cockeyed focus on product (‘metric’) rather than process (‘good football’), start to create ‘feedback’. A data analyst tells the head coach, “we need to up our key passes by 23% to give us a statistically more probable chance to win the remaining games”, leading to poor decision-making on the ball. Meanwhile, a striker starts to aim down the middle in order to increase this shooting accuracy figure, despite doing so giving him a statistically smaller chance of scoring than would aiming for the corners and missing a higher proportion of his shots. In short, means (shooting accuracy) become ends, much as Max Weber predicted of the ‘Rational-Bureaucratic Society’.
It’s not hard to imagine a similar form of feedback affecting the decision-making of fielders in cricket. Already, as a direct result of statistical measures extrapolated from context (i.e. whether they aid winning), both batting and bowling possess such conflicts of interest between team and individual goals – commonly known as ‘red-inking’ and ‘pole-hunting’.
As for fielding, such performance metrics could easily interfere with the split-second decision-making that connects fielder and midfielder’s modus operandi. That selfless dive for the ball that you have 5% chance of stopping, yet know that the act of diving itself delays and thus prevents the run (cricket’s equivalent of football’s off-the-ball run), may increasingly – though subtly, and perhaps subconsciously (learned behaviour always eventually becomes automatic) – be seen as a risk of a ‘bad mark’ and could inhibit people taking on the improbable and unlikely. (This highlights the paradoxical notion that better fielders may have worse stats because, in attempting more ambitious plays, they make more errors. It also therefore highlights the difficulty of objectively determining what constitutes errors, fumbles and suchlike.) Steen quotes the philosophy of Mumbai Indians’ fielding coach, Jonty Rhodes: “I am not marking them on the balls that were dropped or the balls that were missed. I am watching for the balls that they haven’t made an effort for”.
Yet there is also a ‘selfish’ dive, when you have zero percent chance both of stopping the ball and preventing the run (although a higher chance of injury), yet are keen to be seen to be doing the right thing, much as with a set batsman who goes for an unnecessarily aggressive option in a stuttering run-chase in order to ‘show’ how selfless he is, when in fact he’d have best served the team’s interests by toughing it out.
Of course, whether or not this transpires would depend, to a certain extent, on what’s at stake: are performance metrics are a mere TV gimmick or might they be factored into decisions about your place in the team or even your next contract? Responsibility for performance is desirable, but as soon as you start to measure individualised contributions to a collaborative undertaking – a sort of sporting version of ‘Taylorism’, the scientific management of labour – and use those measurements to evaluate players, then you are introducing intra-team competition where co-operation should prevail.
Indeed, Taylorism used micro-level rivalry to undermine worker solidarity, and fielding metrics will no doubt breed a similar insularity: “I’ve done my bit; spreadsheet says so”. The effect is corrosive. Cullinan proposes measuring fumbles, but you’d soon have fielders angling to get themselves to flatter parts of the outfield: “Skipper, I’ll do third man. I don’t mind, honestly…” It is counter-productive. Striving for a collective exhibition is replaced by personal inhibition.
Steen signs off by saying it’s “not about naming and shaming, but acclaiming”, yet the same issues arise even with an ostensibly positive skill like direct hits. There’s already a vast spectrum of difficulty here – factoring in angle to the target and the body position that time affords the fielder – and great cognitive skill in that split-second, death-overs risk/reward calculation of whether a shy at the stumps is worthwhile, depending on the danger a batsman poses (either how set he is, or potential destructiveness). Surely, you don’t want players subconsciously incentivised into ponderousness and deliberation.
Yet the fundamental problem with individualised fielding stats is that the game of cricket – all team sport – is about intangible, unquantifiable relations and human traits, chief among which is generosity. Looking out for your mates. Putting everything you have in the pot before you measure it, which is the true meaning of “from each according to his capabilities…” A team will appreciate an awkward fielder’s commitment and budget for his shortcomings, whereas proposals like those of Cullinan sketches out for the same fielder a pre-emptively defensive mindset: “Well, this is what I contributed. I did my bit”.
Generosity of spirit is manifested in myriad ways: helping a bowler through a tough period with the ball; staying upbeat at 450 for 3; supporting a skipper who’s just dropped two catches; not reacting histrionically when dismissed by a ball that misbehaves out of the desire for everyone to understand that you’ve been unlucky. These are all ‘jobs’ that need doing, that are largely unseen and certainly elude quantification – “affective labour”, as it’s sometimes called, like child-rearing – but that may translate to runs, wickets and victories further down the line. Not everything valuable can be measured.
It’s easy to see from other walks of life how, by submitting fielding to the harsh and not fully illuminating spotlight of individualised metrics (thus compounding the intrinsic loneliness of batting and bowling), the engendering of greater insularity and ‘rational self-interest’ – particularly as T20 itinerancy and freelancing erode the team cultures forged through hours of what Ed Smith calls the “small acts of kindness” – all that may also contribute to the growing list of cricketers afflicted by mental health problems. Stress is our modern illness – along with corruption, the predominant cricketing narrative of the age, an age of swelling backroom teams, micromanagement, and ‘soft’ surveillance – and it’s illogical to bemoan the increasing psychological strain that players find themselves at the same time as advocating having their every fielding move computed.
All cricketers know that winning a tight game in the field together is the ultimate. It provides that fleeting communion – not illusory, despite what Steve Archibald said, even if fluctuating – and liberating ego-loss so often denied by our human condition: individual bodies, interior voice, internalised worries. The selfless, ‘swarm’ activity of fielding offers an escape from that, promising the joy of collective achievement beyond measure. Nothing would burst that bubble – fray that social fabric – faster than a fielding spreadsheet.
Wednesday, 6 November 2013
NOTTINGHAMSHIRE CCC END-OF-SEASON REVIEW, 2013
So, the dust has settled on the cricket season. Subsequently,
said dust has been swept away by an army of diligent, dawn light-welcoming
Polish polishers (who, frankly, could teach this LeftLion lot a thing or two
about hard work), only for a whole new layer of dust to form in the interim,
leaving everyone so deep in this metaphor that they don’t know whether they
need a new broom to brush away the proverbial cobwebs, some Sneeze-E-Zee™ nasal
spray to soothe the effects of an as yet not properly diagnosed dust allergy
(which could also be a twisted septum, rhinitis, or miscellaneous wear and
tear), or to begin a new life as far away from these words as possible.
Berate ye not our tardiness, as I think the good book probably
says somewhere. There’s good reason. In the face of a breakneck modern media world
of instant verdicts, banal, disposable quotemongering, and general blah (the
three pillars of churnalism), Left
Line and Length likes to ruminate, cogitate, formulate, delegate,
procrastinate. In your face, Modern World.
Anyway, regardless of what’s happened to the dust, the cricket
season is over. The best of the sunlight has effed itself off to the southern
hemisphere, no doubt hoping to catch a bit of winter sun, while the Notts squad
have doffed their cap to Old Skool refueling habits and had their annual fancy-dress
tram-crawl piss-up. They now have seven months to do what’s known in the game
as sort their shit out. Nothing less than a treble is acceptable. In fact, the
quadruple. The Championship should be wrapped up by late August, allowing Notts
to field a reserve team for the last three games while the stars head off to India to win
the Champions League.
The last time your columnist deigned to keep you informed as
to what was going on at Trent Bridge – and he is painfully aware that this is your primary news source for cricket
and thus that you may well not be aware that they had quite a decent day out in
that London in late September – they
had just been knocked
out of the T20 competition. Again. After Somerset
in 2011 and Hampshire in 2012, in 2013 it was Essex ,
with their traveling pissheads, precisely curated barnets, and vajazzled uvver arves back in Chingford, home
quarter-final defeats indeed proving like buses: shit and full of hooligans.
The season thereafter can be summarized as follows. First,
there’s a massive yawn as Notts’ mid-season, mid-table mediocrity in the Champo
leaves them with nothing to play for. Then, there’s a titter as Derbyshire, back
in the top-flight for the first time in a decade and yet winless after 10 of 16
games, suddenly put together a run of three wins in four. The titter becomes a
trip to the shitter (not so much a gesture as a physical reflex) when it looks
as though the team from NG might be Sucked Into A Relegation Dogfight. Notts
come through it, though, but it goes to the last game, a travesty given the
talent in the squad and something they ought to be a little embarrassed about.
To give it some context, Notts won a measly two Championship
games all season (the least in the top division), both wrapped up by May 18,
leaving over four months, twelve games, without a four-day win. Left Line and
Length cannot be totally certain as to why, but he’s going to simplify the
explanation to a single word. Bowling. With Andre
Adams under an injury cloud for most of the season and Ajmal Shahzad a
pale imitation of the bowler he was as recently as 2011, Harry Gurney and Luke
Fletcher toiled honestly but without enough zing to knock over Div One lineups.
If the bowling lacks life, the TB wicket does also. And if the square is too
dry as a result of drainage, they don’t have a frontline spinner to exploit it
[yes, Indignant of Kimberley, I did see those two jaffas Samit bowled at
Lord’s].
How times have changed. Five years ago, Notts had an attack
of Sidebottom, Pattinson, Adams and
pre-England Graeme Swann, and were often mocked for their supposed batting
frailties. Today, the attack is like a man trying to eat a curly-wurly with no
teeth. The bowling needs some je ne sais
quoi. What that is, I don’t know exactly. Smart money is on Mick Newell dipping
into the market for a non-IPL-playing pace bowler – one who’s also unlikely to
be commandeered for any of the other T20s mushrooming hither and thither and
coinciding with the English ‘summer’. New Zealander Trent Boult would be
useful. Or Jackson Bird. Young, hungry and, offering zero with the bat, no T20
reputation as yet.
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Anyway, despite the huff and puff of the Championship and
the T20 loss to Essex – Essex ! – it wasn’t all
doom and gloom at Trent
Bridge . No, Notts
actually made it to a Lord’s final, having gone 24 years without a Big Day Out
at HQ, the longest wait in all of county cricket.
Here’s the story of the final. Relive the highs and lows!
Revisit the twists and the turns!! Get your limited edition souvenir set of
multi-coloured fineliner pens!!!
Notts: x1·1··· |
·····1 | [1]1···1 | 12···1 | ·1·1·· | ·[4]·14· | ·[4]·2·4 | ·446·1 | 1·1111 |
·w11·· | 112w·· | 2··1x·· | ···1·1 | ··1211 | ··13·· | ·1··2· | x·11··· |
w····· | ·424·w | 3··1·4 | 11···2 | 1131·· | ·····4 | 1····1 | ··1·1· | ·13·11
| ·61111 | 21113· | ·1·11· | ··1··1 | 441[4x]221 | ··14·· | ···142 | 1411·1 |
6w··24 | ·wx1414 | ·1[2]11x2 | 124144 | [1]411·w | ·2·41w
Glamorgan: ·11·11
| w··2·· | ···1·· | 4····1 | ·411·1 | 1111·1 | ··4·14 | 11··41 | ·11w·1 |
2·1·1· | ·21111 | 14··11 | 11121· | 114·1· | 1·111· | 2··4·1 | 12·121 | 1·1·11
| 4122·· | 21·1w· | 1··1·1 | 13·w·· | 1·11·· | w··1·· | 11·121 | 1····· |
[2]111·· | 1·4·1· | ·1·311 | 1····· | wx2w1·4 | ·11··1 | w2w··w
As you can clearly see, it wasn’t exactly a thriller. 244
plays 157. It was exactly the sort of game you’d expect when a team of current
or sometime internationals (with the exceptions of Steve Mullaney and Harry
Gurney) square off against players from a county – actually, three counties, Mid Glamorgan, South
Glamorgan and West Glamorgan, which is something of an advantage until you
consider that Notts have effectively annexed Leicestershire, an Anschluss not
quite on a par with Hitler’s incorporation of Austria in the Third Reich, but
still… Anyway, much as Yorkshire once forbade themselves from picking anyone
not born within the county borders (something the aforementioned Fuhrer might
have solved by seeking to expand those county borders), Glamorgan have until
recently constitutionally restricted themselves to having at least 70% of their
squad bear the following seven names: Evans, Jones, Griffiths, Davies, Morgan,
Llewellyn, and Rees (and occasionally combinations thereof). Like a heroin
addict with manky veins everywhere, they’re shooting themselves in the foot.
Still, Notts had their own selection quandary. People whose
raison d’ĂȘtre appears to be getting their knickers in a twist duly got a touch
frothy about Stuart Broad and Graeme Swann, um, swanning in for the final
having had no part in the thirteen-game path to Lord’s save a couple of tweets.
Once the storm had passed and the teacup had stopped rattling, the no-brainer was
pursued. Selection became slightly easier when Jake Ball, Man of the Match in
the semi-final win over Somerset ,
was ruled out with injury. This left only Riki Wessels of the regulars to miss
out.
Captain Read, after a wretched summer with the bat (though
not quite as bad as Alex Hales, who averaged 13 in four-day cricket), played
the major hand and Samit Patel spun the first two balls of his career to dismiss
key batsmen in Allenby and Goodwin to pick up man of the match. Ale was drunk.
Songs were no doubt sung. Steve Archibald, the ex-Spurs and Barça striker who
once said “team spirit is an illusion glimpsed in the aftermath of victory”,
probably tickled his bawbag somewhere. As if to prove him wrong, the Notts
players went out on an extended bender several days after the aftermath could
reasonably be said to be over (do the math), thus proving Mick Newell right, as
you can see from this leaked document:
END OF TERM REPORT
Hales – post-match
hug at Lord’s was -8˚C but before he goes to the Hype-Pee-Ell, or whatever it’s
called, he needs to take a long hard look in the mirror. No, scratch that…
Cowan – we gave
him two months practice here and he repaid us with a golden blob that’ll probably
end his Test career. Top man!
Wessels – Oh
Riki, you’re so fine, you’re so fine you blow my mind (but not enough to make
the XI for Lord’s), hey Riki, hey Riki.
Lumb – If I was
gay…
Patel – High-maintenance.
Doesn’t do enough self-maintenance.
Hussey – Great
servant. Need to find someone to sweet-talk the square-leg umps next year.
Mullaney – The
Ute (of today could learn a thing or two).
Read – Like a
frayed sofa, part of the furniture. Don’t ever leave me!
Franks – Bowling
becoming dot burglary but he’s a stick of Outlaws rock. Cut him open and he
bleeds to death.
Fletcher – Too
much time on Fletcher Gate, not enough in the gym. Needs to wash his kit on a
lower temperature, too. And tuck it in.
Shehzad – Remember
to devote two days in Bradford looking for his
mojo.
Gurney – Runs up
like a frog on rollerskates, but does the job. Batting ropey. “Bowl him a piano,
see if he can play that”. He can.
Broad – No, never
heard of him…
Swann – Who?
Phillips – Why?
White – Think
he’s the ginger lad.
Carter – No, this
one’s the ginger lad. That reminds me, must get Noony to be clear he’s giving
me DVD tips next time he texts “Get Carter”.
See yous in April. Up the Stags.
Originally published at LeftLion.
Monday, 26 November 2012
THE PENANCE AND REINTEGRATION OF KEVIN PIETERSEN
It was an innings of unambivalent, unarguable genius. He hadn’t played such a knock for, oh, some four whole Test innings.
In the three days following his frenetic, panicky
efforts in Ahmedabad, Kevin Pietersen managed to overhaul his modus operandi against spin (as this
most diligent and streetwise of batsmen has repeatedly demonstrated the
capacity to do), then get himself in with quiet authority and a clear mind, before
flourishing in a manner few can aspire to, let alone pull off. Indeed, he
never looked like he was in anything but total control – either of his emotions or
the threat from the Indian spinners. It perhaps helped him that Shane Warne counselled him to “back his technique”, but self-belief isn’t enough. You need method. Decision
making.
Facing his apparent nemesis, Pragyan Ojha, purveyor of the
left-arm spin that was deemed to be his Achilles heel and who had twice dismissed
him in the first Test, he looked absolutely rock solid. From ball one. Firstly, he moved
late into position (having picked up length quickly). Secondly, when defending
on the front foot, he let the ball come to him and thus did not thrust his
hands out or break his wrists, be that turning to leg or playing a ‘curtain
rail’ to try and run the spinning ball out on the offside. Everything was
synchronised, aligned.
Defending off the back foot – to begin with, at least – he
shortened his backlift, a method that was not that of ‘looking to attack but if it’s not there, defending’ routinely
advocated in the more macho cricketing lands, but committing absolutely to defence in circumstances where, initially,
you need to play back as much as possible (because the ball was frequently jumping)
and, as a result, introduce the danger of being undone if the ball skids through. Ask
Sachin.
Against the offies, he employed this same technique – a
shorter backlift in the early stages – but, crucially, was very light on his
feet and opened up his shoulders as the ball spun and bounced, and occasionally
spat, ensuring that he didn’t get closed off and into the sort of positions
where you nick it on to the thigh pad and into short leg’s hands.
Once initially settled, he used his feet to pressurise the
bowler’s length, but didn’t overhit. Finally, when truly established, he brought out the audacious,
the extravagant, and the barely conceivable en route to his third truly special Test
hundred of the year, following his efforts in Colombo and Leeds. After a chastening few months, the banished genius was smiling
again – a subdued smile, perhaps, but also, dare it be said, a more authentic
and unselfconscious smile.
Predictably, Twitter was quickly thick with flippant comments
ridiculing the idea that Pietersen had needed to undergo the process of
“reintegration” at all, thus implying that everyone should simply have got on
with things, as though the breaking of trust in a group environment is not a matter of the
gravest importance. It doesn’t matter if
we have doubts about Old Archie’s trustworthiness on this job, because he’s the
best darn safecracker in the business... Not all of these remarks were
throwaway, either. Many were delivered by professional writers, for whom the
concept of teamwork scarcely impinges on the texture of their work and for whom it is therefore easy to be dismissive of such notions as seeking a background ambience of collective harmony to their endeavours.
With no little disingenuousness, it has thus been averred that
the problem – the issue – was nonexistent, imagined, unmanly, and that, quite
apart from scoffing at the notion that Pietersen’s presence in the dressing
room was toxic and potentially ruinous to morale (in such a way that would affect
performance rather than the barroom banter), the process of reintegration has been of no consequence
whatsoever. Perhaps it hasn’t as far as KP’s batting is concerned; but it it
would be difficult to believe that it hasn’t affected – in a positive way –
Alastair Cook. At the very least, he wouldn’t have to endure that selfsame press pack
continually asking him about KP’s absence in the event of sub-par team performances.
But surely anyone who has lived for an extended period of
time in the same group – i.e. anyone who is part of a nuclear family – must
acknowledge that life is generally easier when there are no bad atmospheres, no
repressed animosity, no bad blood. So, a time-honoured process of contrition
and forgiveness was set in motion. No dramas.
The team’s celebration of Pietersen’s century seemed
genuinely warm (as opposed to at Headingley, when, playing
across the faces of the ‘politburo’, there were a few stitched-on smirks for a traitor headed for the pogroms) and his own celebration was in keeping with
the relaxed tenor of his innings. Maybe he had eschewed the literal Red
Bull for the metaphorical Valium, swapped stimulant for sedative; there was certainly a serenity, an equanimity, in his eyes between
balls, whether those be defended under duress or cuffed imperiously to the boundary.
In some ways, that relaxed demeanour might be precisely because his wings had been
clipped (his Red Bull wings, you might say). Gone was the air of studied mateyness, the cloying awareness of brand
KP, the suspicion that all was done to the end of positioning
himself for IPL riches.
He has remembered the importance of his statistical legacy
and a place in the game’s pantheon. And this is not to denigrate that outlook at all; it
is merely to point out that he needed the threat of its removal to be reminded
of the stakes, and his ultimate dependence on others to realize hs personal ambitions. He has truly learned the value – in a non-monetary sense – of Test cricket (for England ) to him. And we know this not because he has said so in
some PR platitude (which he has), but because he has not dug in his heels (as
would have an overly defensive and intransigent ego) and because he has bent over
backwards to salvage his Test career. This is genuine humility, it would appear.
And perhaps Andy Flower needs to be congratulated, for the
outcome is surely vindication of his handling of the affair, his apparent willingness
– all brinkmanship aside – both to do without his best player, push come to
shove, and to welcome him back once he was satisfied that the ethos of mutual
respect would not be fatally compromised. Demanding a sincere apology isn’t so punitive now, is it?
Wednesday, 24 October 2012
SPECIAL TEAMS
Picture the scene: some time in the very near future, an
exceptionally gifted yet unheralded and almost completely unknown fieldsman – a
club cricketer from the Shires, a man off the Maidan – swoops at cover in the
T20 World Cup semifinal and throws down the stumps, removing Shane Watson or
Chris Gayle or Virat Kohli. A couple of hours passing will reveal that it’s the
match-winning moment and yet no-one bats an eyelid, other than in astonishment
at the uncanny anticipation, suppleness of the gather, and laser-like accuracy
of the throw.
What’s to stop it happening, this glory of a plumber or
plasterer, policeman or pilot?
Well, unfortunately, it’s the good old Laws of the game
(2.3) and, beyond that, the playing conditions for all ICC tournaments. You see,
our hero is not a substitute fielder, on for an injured (or ‘injured’) player.
This is a designated specialist fielding
replacement. A ringer, only legal.
But why is this scenario at present just a fantasy, a
pipedream – and an apparently unpalatable one, too, if attempts to get this
piece published are anything to go by? Why such a reflex invocation of tradition
when contemplating this gimmick (and it is, unapologetically, a gimmick)? Should
this potentiality of cricket – and not really that radical a one, when seen in
proper context – at least be examined critically and debated? Maybe the
supporters would like to see it.
Maybe…
Anyway, there seems little prima facie reason or point to the traditionalists bridling about
it contravening some imagined essence of the game – one editor said “I don't
think it’s going to happen and I don’t think it should. They don’t do it in
baseball, even though there is the money. Balancing the different skill sets
and strengths and weaknesses is part of the interest” – especially for
Twenty20, to which it would be limited. I don’t know whether people have been
nodding off during the Maxx Mobile Strategic Time-Out, but the good ship
Gimmick has long since sailed. T20 has long since prostrated itself afore the
deities of commerce and entertainment: the cucumber sandwiches are
zingerburgers; almost nothing on the clothes, pitch, umpires or equipment is not
a billboard; boundaries are greeted not by polite applause but by the plosive
bursts of techno-pop (their greater frequency not correlated to the excitement
they educe) and choreographed jerking from pompom-wielding hardbodies.
We are in the era of cricketainment.
Not that all in the sports-watching fraternity consider entertainment the be-all and end-all. There are
naysayers, and some of them not at all conservative. The counter position has perhaps
been most eloquently expressed by the eminent football writer Jonathan Wilson:
One of sport’s great
strengths is that the better side does not always win: that a team with poorer
players can, through doggedness, effort and organization, prevail … One of the
most depressing things about the modern breed of armchair fan is their demand
to be entertained, their seeming belief that coaches are somehow answerable to
them. They’re not. Sport is about struggle, about sides trying their utmost to
win using whatever means they can within the rules and the spirit of the game
as they interpret it. And if that means playing defensively, so be it.
He was talking about fitbaw, of course, o jogo bonito, and while
the point is less valid in connection to T20, where a defensive mindset is clearly
counter-productive, it could nevertheless be apt for ‘cricket as a whole’ (and
it is surely in this articulation that cricket’s traditionalists tolerate T20).
But of course Twenty20 is cricket’s pioneering tool, its
commercial cutting edge – not only financing the rest of the game, ensuring
that, to paraphrase Nasser, “your New Zealands and West Indies and Sri Lankas”
remain part of what is already a small Test-playing pool, but also ensuring
that new generations, faced with an ever-pluralising range of leisure options, are
attracted to the game. It is, we are told,
the format that is going to ‘crack’
America (ah, the old trope of a bandwagon pushing West across new frontiers),
and if special teams – specialist kicking units for both goal and punting to
clear lines, specialist offence and defence – are good enough for American
football, then why shouldn’t it be acceptable for cricket and this era of
rampant made-for-TV boom-boom?
In many respects, cricket has of course already been
Americanised. The IPL’s kitschy razzmatazz, the fluff and the cheerleaders, the
advertising timeouts and macho franchise names, are a template every bit a part
of the global omniculture as the golden arches. It has spawned the Champions
League, too, a grotesquely imbalanced and unloved
tournament that, this month, South African bums have shown little
inclination to find seats for, let alone shuffle to the edge of them.
But let’s not be too quick to deride Twenty20 per se on account of these gaudy superfluities
when the format has clearly hothoused existing technical (and perhaps tactical)
skill-sets, as well as developing new ones, all of which have fed back into longer
forms of the game and created variety. It would be churlish not to acknowledge
that the slower ball bouncer, scoop and ramp shots and switch-hits owe their proliferation
to T20 and are intriguing innovations.
As for fielding, after a great leap forward in the 1990s, levels
have continued to improve as every single run has been struggled over, with the
baseball techniques of relay throws and sliding pick-ups having become
commonplace. But despite the fact that it’s no longer the game’s poor third
relation – sabermetrics might indicate just how much of a difference it could
make – there are still a few fielding passengers, stuffed into the side like a
favourite overcoat into a suitcase on the very reasonable basis that, y’know, their
batting and bowling skills kinda demand it. Not that such ovoid figures ought
to be euthanised for the sake of some crack Soviet-style fielding regimen, you
understand. (Funnily enough, another editor to reject this pitch grabbed very
much the wrong end of the stick here: “Not too sure about the whole idea of
treating fielding as an add-on skill. Seems a bit of a throwback to the days
when real men didn’t get their whites dirty. Also the idea that cricket can be
broken down to its component parts and some or all of them jazzed up for the
Americans.”)
Even so, we could argue that, the odd comedy misfield notwithstanding,
this facet of the game could be improved for the benefit of spectators, on the
basis that it’s the one skill that everyone at the ground can appreciate more
or less equally, regardless of the angle at which they’re sat. And the way?
Yep: introduce fielding special teams, maybe three or four whiz fielders who
can replace a few of the lumberers, which will not only elevate the overall
standard of fielding but also the overall level of the entertainment: actual cricket entertainment – what the sort
of people I’d rather not talk to may call ‘the spectator experience’ – not the
boundary writhers and infantilised hucksterism of the commentary.
Still holding the wrong end of the stick, the aforementioned
editor continued: “I think part of [my problem with it]…is the sort of implicit
suggestion that there aren’t four top-class fielders in most international T20
teams – or, to put it another way, that the standard of fielding can be raised
by such a spectacular extent from its current level as to make this sort of
experiment worthwhile”. But there are two misconceptions here: (a) we aren’t
necessarily talking about international
teams; and (b) it isn’t at all relevant how many excellent fielders there are.
It’s about how many poor ones there are. In any case, the actual number of
replacements, the nuts and bolts of it all, could be whatever the
administrators want. An innings could be divided up into five-over blocks; each
team has four designated replacements and three of them can come on for each
bloc… It is as open to tinkering as a Ranieri midfield.
Look at it the situation this way: if entertainment is about
providing guaranteed showmanship (at good value) for the oft-neglected punter,
then depriving the crowd of the world’s best fielders of the appropriate stage
simply because they aren’t good enough batters or bowlers is illogical
(assuming you want excellence, not slapstick). Is it not fair that the best
fielders get the chance to appear on the biggest stage? Why ever not open up the possibility (in T20) of
being selected solely for your fielding? There are certainly some cricketers
out there who may now be household names, even when that name is Sybrand
Engelbrecht, about whom they
raved at the 2008 Under-19 World Cup in Malaysia due to some sensational catches . He also went to the CL
T20 in 2009 but the sole game he played for Cape Cobras
saw him bowl a single over and not bat. Be that as it may, several credible
witnesses have said that he was the best fielder they have ever seen.
Some domestic English fielders who could have lit up
international cricket in this role include former Derbyshire man Garry Park,
Chris Taylor
of Gloucestershire, Lancashire’s Steven
Croft and, of course, Gary Pratt,
at present famous for his contribution to that
series, which got him on that bus
ride. Perhaps Pratt does occasionally dine out on it – and why ever not, if
needs must – but playing Minor Counties cricket for Cumberland and peddling occasional
anecdotes of his larks surfing English cricket’s first sustained wave of
top-rank competence are not going to sustain him forever. The fact is that Pratt
had certain skills that, in different circumstances, could have featured
regularly, and with complete legitimacy,
at international level (notwithstanding the fact that, under Fletcher, he
clearly wasn’t at Trent
Bridge by accident).
Fielding special teams would permit the upward flow of
supremely talented fielders and recognise fully that it is a gift in its own
right. The innovation would be supremely inclusive and meritocratic, giving
club cricketers the legitimate chance
to represent their county, and even perhaps their country (again, quite how the
payments would be worked out, or how it would be possible to be available on a
semi-pro or freelance basis is a problem for the market and for individual
choice).
Furthermore, only having to field for 10 of 20 overs (and
let’s face it, the joy of fielding, if ever there, is always the first thing to
go) could prolong the careers of some iconic, box-office players: they and
their skippers might think that it’s worth hiding them for ten overs (four of
which will be spent bowling), if that’s the mandatory amount for all 11 genuine
team members. And this scenario also creates a whole new tactical dimension:
which five-over blocks to keep the ageing spinner on, etc.
Then there could be some ‘unforseen’ effects (if the ensuing
speculation is not itself a paradox): specialist fielders could acquire a
general confidence in their game and become actual players, pros. Conversely, put
under the spotlight solely for their fielding, with no second string to fall
back on, they could effectively ‘yip up’ and the coach might have to factor
this in to selectorial decisions. However, they would no doubt produce stories.
And we are an unremittingly narrative species in the way we process the world
(as neuroscience increasingly shows), hence the love of sport, which is live
theatre, an existential drama: Bollywood and Hollywood , with no guarantee the good guys
will win.
Finally, and this is where a traditionalist may bridle, it
will permit certain celebrity cricketers without compromising the essential
meritocracy of the bat-versus-ball battle. Usain Bolt has expressed a
desire to play for Manchester United, but it is perhaps as a cricketer that
his truer non-sprinting talent lies. It’s well known that he’s bredren with Chris Gayle and has been
talked of as a
possible Big Bash player. Well, we don’t really know of his ability
(undoubtedly, he would be the fastest person to one T20 run), but I’m pretty
sure he could do a job in the outfield!
Wednesday, 12 September 2012
PIETERSEN, TEAM SPIRIT, AND THE LESSONS OF NONLINEAR THERMODYNAMICS…
weariness, and the
philosophy of Steve Archibald
How do you make the multiple One?
This is not only the perennial problem of team-building but
also that of government: creating esprit de corps or forming a body politic. It is also a problem that Alistair Cook will face regarding his
best batsman now that Andrew Strauss has resigned the captaincy, citing a gut
feeling that his “race was run,” his depleted resilience undoubtedly
exacerbated by the Kevin Pietersen saga – which is not the same as claiming the
latter was the sole cause of his
captain’s exhaustion (and thus there’s no cause to be sceptical about the
outgoing skipper’s stated reasons: unlike Iggy Pop, he didn’t want to be a passenger). For it is true, in both a trivial and a profound way, that the events befalling our lives always
emerge from multiple causes bumping into each other...
Sometimes, as both Strauss and KP would confirm, these life-events
are great headline-making ruptures and schisms; sometimes, an accumulation of tiny
cracks and fissures that remain imperceptible in the large-scale day-to-day
concerns of a life (until such time as they subsume it, if steps are not taken
to forestall that occurrence), even if the decision to absent oneself from
office is a single clean break on the ‘main line’. Cutting the cord rather than
coming apart at the seams. And so it is that a fatigued Strauss, a threshold of
lowered resistance crossed, no longer ableto tolerate what he’d put up with
only the previous week, has gone – and to universal acclaim – while the KP
issue, and the concomitant problem of unity, lingers.
As is well known, when Team England and the ECB decided to
omit Pietersen from the Lord’s
Test against South Africa, even with the world number one Test ranking at
stake, the behavioural code that Hugh Morris deemed him to have flouted through
his shenanigans in Leeds
the week before was a breach of the team’s “unity of purpose and action”. By taking
such drastic measures against their star batsman, Andy Flower and the England management
eschewed pragmatism for principle and, in so doing, ostensibly protected (or restored) the harmony of the dressing room
and asserted the
primacy of team spirit over all else during a time in which it appeared to
have evaporated – if, indeed, it can be said ever to have truly existed at all…
For, above the noisy hullabaloo surrounding Pietersen this
last month, that old aphorism of the ex-Spurs and Barcelona striker, Steve Archibald, has fluttered
across the airwaves on a high frequency, beyond the audible range of some yet
loud and piercing to others. “Team spirit is an illusion glimpsed in the
aftermath of victory”. Cue slightly cynical titter and sage nods of heads, then
move on to the next universal truism.
But is team spirit really just an illusion? And are those
surfing the insistent and palpable highs and lows of team sport suffering some
sort of collective hallucination? Was the MCG ‘sprinkler dance’ the addled reverie
of poor delusional souls? Or could it be that the adage actually reveals more
about Steve Archibald’s sense of detachment from the group than the nature of
the latter itself? Or even, perhaps, could it be an oblique expression of the
general cynicism and individualism of an age in which “rational self-interest”,
the cornerstone of neoconservatism, has apparently been sanctified?
ebbs and flows (and
sprinklers)
Superficially, of course, it would appear hard to disagree
with Archibald. Team spirit does indeed feel at its strongest in the aftermath
of victory: euphoria irrupts; a group buzzes; camaraderie is felt coursing
through the collective body, an intangible yet conspicuous sensation that almost
anyone who has played (voluntarily, rather than at school!) would have experienced
at one time or other. Even so, it stands to reason that a group whose very existence and purpose is to participate in
competitive sport will have its mood largely dictated by the result. Also,
that an accumulation of victories will give this feeling more permanence still.
This is not Harvard PhD stuff. But does that mean that the mood, the spirit, is
wholly determined by the result?
The Archibald Hypothesis, if that is not too grandiose a
description, appears to rest on a particular version of what philosophers would
call ontological fallacy (that is, an
error as to what type of entity something is, its nature), assuming that team
spirit is like an object: something definitively attained or definitively lost;
here today, gone tomorrow; now you have it, now you don’t.
A palpable, ineffable and fluctuating sensation within the collective body, team spirit is
perhaps better thought of as what another pair of Scottish philosopher (of
considerably greater influence than Archibald), Duns Scotus and later David
Hume, called a “haecceity”:
a “thisness” with the characteristics of an “individual”. Take the atmosphere
in a room: demonstrably there, even if you cannot quite put your finger on its
provenance or precisely gauge its
lifespan. The same for the seasons: even if the precise moment of its arrival
or passing are beyond accurate knowledge, we get enough of a sensation summer’s
haecceity to know it is around (well,
bad example…). Same for team spirit.
Like everything else in the universe, then, a cricket team
(and thus its spirit) is a dynamical system. It has a discernible emergence
(even if haphazard and chaotic, with those multiple causes), a distinct means
of holding together (‘consistency’), and an ultimate coming-undone, a
disintegration. Birth, life, death – everything from an entire species to its individual
members, a continent to a thought. The Canadian thinker Brian Massumi
summarises precisely what any structure – Team England included – comprises:
“A structure is defined by what escapes it. Without exception, it emerges from chance, lives with and by a margin of deviation, and ends in disorder. A structure is defined by its thresholds – the relative limits within which it selects, perceives, and captures more or less consistently (its margin of deviation); and the absolute limits beyond which it breaks down (chance, chaos). Order is the approximate, and always temporary, prevention of disorder.”
So, stability is only ever metastability: order within certain limits. And much as water
freezes below a certain temperature and turns to steam above another threshold,
a group’s staying-the-same only happens between certain limits – what a group
leadership might call drawing the line –
and with a certain expenditure of energy. Staying the same requires energy. It
is negentropic. There are no closed
systems. The outside seeps in, the inside trickles out. As the French philosophers
Gilles Deleuze and Félix Guattari (whose A Thousand Plateaus was translated
by Massumi) wrote in a broadly political context: “there is no society that
does not leak in all directions”.
Given the ebbs and flows of team spirit, it is little wonder,
then, that the bonds within a group or team are sometimes referred to as
“chemistry”. And this is only partly
metaphorical, for in a very real sense that is precisely what leadership or
management works upon: human beings’ moods, for each of which there is a
corresponding admixture of hormones, a sub-personal neurochemical stratum to be
stabilized. Not so much micromanagement,
as molecular. Flower the chemist, rather than the alchemist?
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no such thing as a closed system: tunnel at Rafah, Palestine |
porousness, leakage
“Capturing energies that escape” is as probably as good a
description as you’ll find of what team management is about. From this point of
view, rule by fear and heavy-handed subjugation – and the concomitant attempt
to seal off those creative ruptures, inventions and ‘escapes’ of the
imagination that threaten to transform the identity of the group, to set it off
on an adventure, a becoming-other – is
less efficient than through empathy and consensus, since, with tyranny, there’s
always more escaping energy to capture (for Deleuze and Guattari, every organ
in the Imperial social body is “a possible protest”), something that all
paranoid despots learn in the end.
Undoubtedly, Pietersen’s summer-long brinkmanship vis-Ă -vis
his commitment to Team England’s cause over and against his apparent desire to
maximise his IPL earnings lent credence to the view that he was jeopardising
team “unity and purpose of action”, and even that he had been marginalised as a
result of his behaviour: “it’s not easy being me in the England dressing room”
he complained, infamously. Then came those text messages – no, those,
you doos – grousing about his
treatment at the hands of the Axis of Andy (an act easily interpreted from a
psychological standpoint as unconsciously punishing his ‘persecutors’ by
seeking to undermine the unity they have created) and at the time
disingenuously spun as offering tips on how to dismiss Strauss out (“Can’t wait
till you come round the wicket”). Finally, there was his extraordinary video,
morsels of sincerity piercing the PR blancmange in a curious mix of contrition
and self-justification, all attempting to position himself back within the
group.
It goes without saying that a group of whatever dimension is
beset by factors that undermine it from within (what the anthropologists like
to call ‘scission’) and without. For cricket teams, there are not only the
ravages of defeats, but injury, ageing and renewal cycles, salary jealousies
and haggling over bonuses, selectorial issues, availability, personal rivalries,
the purring and pettiness of the Ego, as well as events that blow in from the
horizon potentially destabilizing the team (Mark Boucher’s appalling,
career-ending eye injury could have had this effect on South Africa. In
addition, there are unflattering or critical passages from current
teammates’ autobiographies, which don’t appear to undermine the “unity of
purpose and trust” within Team England
as much as text messages. What was it Marshall McCluhan
said about the medium being the message? Anyway, in the light of Massumi’s
description of structuration processes cited above, these factors are some of the
individual’s “margins of deviation” (the group here as an entity distinct from
its component parts is an “individual”, a haecceity).
The underlying reason for such continual disequilibrium is
simple: the desire to do as you please, the appeal of an unmediated life, is
very strong indeed, much stronger than rules. Since the dawn of time, then, socialization
can be understood as finding the means to bind the errant desires of its
members to the codes, norms, or laws by which that society lives (always with
struggle, always with leakage, always with molecular change). An ‘Us’ must be
created, a sense of belonging, an embodiment
of the group: a social body.* And a cricket team is no different.
Anyway, what is constant in all this is that, while a team
spirit can be artificially induced – as paintballing is for the village side,
so a visit to Gallipoli was for Steve Waugh’s Australians, and there are people
who trade on this supposedly ‘scientific’ ability – its organic emergence, its crossing of a threshold, is only truly
intelligible retrospectively (a haecceity: both unambiguously present and vague
of provenance). And since this spirit is always already in the process of
coming undone, it needs perpetual shoring up.
In a modern international team, the myriad distractions with
sponsors and endorsements, untimely nights out on pedalos, persistent screaming
at misfields, Twitter (with its potential breach of the sanctity of the
dressing room) – all these are potentially ruinous to team spirit, all part of
the vicissitudes of that intangible togetherness. Little wonder that, speaking
earlier this year about the possible end of Chris Gayle’s exile from the West Indies team, Nasser Hussain – something of a lay
expert in creating harmony from disparate elements – argued: “It doesn’t matter
so much what he does at training or even on the pitch. It’s in the hotel bar at
11 o’clock that counts, with young impressionable players hanging on his every
word…” Leakage.
But the means of creating order – and the sense of belonging
and team spirit that will grow gradually from that soil – is not only top-down,
implanted through managerial edict. There are also bottom-up mechanisms, thousands
of tiny gestures and ‘local’ interactions (at times, so subtle and nuanced that
the team doesn’t perceive them and which have already landed their blows on the
spirit of the team before the team knows what has happened) that, like street-level
social niceties, add up to the character of a community. Ultimately, that is
what ‘banter’ is: a form of self-regulation within a group, clipping people’s
wings, cauterizing overinflated egos, the wayward member either modifying his
behaviour or risking ostracism. Part autopoietic,
self-organizing system; part command structure.
Yet by the same token, banter
itself must be conducive to harmony, since it too can disrupt the
equilibrium – as, for instance, when it becomes bullying, the systematic harassment
of a marginal figure (often unconsciously pursued, ironically, as a means of
strengthening collective bonds, or at least those of a sub-group within a
group). And in the process of becoming-ostracised – apparently the topic of
Pietersen and Matt Prior’s heart-to-heart conversation in the lead up to the
Lord’s game, after which the former said he was feeling “great” – this
perception can induce the worst paranoia, wild accusations and violent lashing
out as one struggles over one’s status (the serenity of one’s Ego).
This, of course, is the obvious explanation for the excesses
of Pietersen’s behaviour – his perception, recently
underlined, that someone in the England dressing room was
unambiguously lampooning him from behind the cover of a parody Twitter account:
KPGenius. More specifically, his grievance that what went on inside the
dressing room was in some sense being
leaked beyond its confines, turning a private sanctuary into a public
goldfish bowl and completely transforming the nature of the ‘banter’, affecting
the relations between the individual players and thus the team as organism.
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Ilya Prigogine |
KP, phase transitions,
metastability
To return to a paraphrase of the initial question: How do
you turn a heterogeneous molecular population (the organs) into ‘molar’ unity
(the organism)?
Just as the team is an always open reality, a continual
process of binding energies together, so its spirit is not static, but something
that fluctuates. Nothing is ever fatal or irreversible (it was Prior who
instigated the clear-the-air conversation), even though the continual effort to
make the multiple One, to build a team, undergoes these often imperceptible molecular
leakages and escapes – the criticisms, the selfishness, the arguments, the
glances – that are felt as a perturbation
in the ‘molar’ circuits, a disruption of (metastable) order, a dissipation,
leading to paranoiac accusations and heavy-handed wing-clipping alike.
Deriving as it does from physics, Deleuze and Guattari’s
concept of molarity – turning the
parts (which never cease being parts that subsist) into a whole, the same body of matter considered as
two regimes – is one that nevertheless perfectly captures the abstract dynamics
of social processes: i.e. turning a loose agglomeration of bodies into a unity,
giving it an identity. Perhaps, finally, it is by drawing out the earlier parallelisms
between socialization and nonlinear thermodynamics that we will best grasp the
misconceptions around the notion of team spirit, and, by dint of that, the misunderstanding
regarding the allegedly heinous or terminal nature of KP’s peccadilloes.
One of the prime figures in nonlinear thermodynamics, Ilya Prigogine,
demonstrated – particularly in his book Order
out of Chaos: Man’s New Discourse with Nature, co-authored with Isabelle
Stengers – that physical systems, under the influence of “attractors” (like
poles), tend to self-organize toward an optimal distribution of energy. But – and this is the crucial lesson for team cultures – he
also showed that, pace classical thermodynamics, not only are all
structures open, to the extent they are linked to an energy source or
involve the infolding of the aleatory outside (our bodies need light and water; our
societies need food, electricity), some complex systems are “dissipative” (i.e.
far from equilibrium) and thus there are
several metastable states that a system can attain. In sum, he repudiated linear
determinism and simple cause and effect – for instance, sneeringly telling your teammates
that they weren’t capable of dominating the world’s best bowling attack
necessarily spelling the end of your involvement with the group…
Schematically, and bearing in mind the author’s resolutely
non-expert understanding of these matters, we note that water in a pot under the
influence of heat (i.e. an intensive difference between outside and inside
temperature) leads to different patterns of molecular activity, activity that
may look chaotic but about which mathematical modelling reveals strict patterns,
or order (“unity of purpose and action”). At a low temperature on the stove,
the difference in temperature evens out through a simple, uniform dispersion of
heat: conduction. If the temperature
is increased, bubbles of hot water break free from colder water and accelerate
upwards towards the surface of the water before turning back in a circular
motion: convection. Finally, if the
temperature is increased further, a system of nested vortexes and eddies – turbulence – increasingly usurps the
order of circulating water. Two things: (1) the capacity to ‘fall into’ these
three patterns of motion is immanent to
the fluid medium, a potential, the crucial thing being the thresholds at which the medium switches
from one pattern to another, its “bifurcations”; (2) this matter-energy system self-organizes
into an orderly form through local interactions that are ‘ignorant’ of the global system (the molar individual).
If we persist with the analogy, a metastable state for a
cricket team can be attained (for a short time at least) with a high level of
molecular activity – that is, with ‘creative tensions’ between its constituent
parts – or it may be at a very low-intensity (all players of similar background
and disposition: a public school sixth form team, say) with many hypothetical states
in-between. In order to assess the nature of team spirit (as a metastable
state), what needs to be elucidated is the system’s precise history, its bifurcations
points or “phase transitions”: a different form of motion immanent to the molar
individual’s interrelation of molecular bodies, but not in any way determining,
since these virtual states need to be actualized by another force: always
multiple causes (an event is an encounter); no such thing as a closed system…
In this light, Pietersen’s behaviour at Leeds
– a phase transition in the team dynamic – did not emerge out of the blue but
had as a genealogy a slow, singular labour of causes and their interactions –
both truths and perceptions, each of which is as potentially causally
efficacious as the other. It was no doubt partly to do with having his head
turned by IPL lucre and the moneys received by his globetrotting peers, as Andy
Flower acknowledged. It was also, partly, about his difficulty in
integrating with the team culture and entering the general mateyness of Swann,
Bresnan, Anderson, Cook, Finn, Broad, Prior. As many commentaries have touched
upon, this friction is far from fatal or unique in the history of cricket. As
was said of Boycott: I don’t care for him but I like his runs.
spillage, spirit
Such ups and downs in the life of a team provide the most compelling argument against Steve Archibald’s hypothesis. Given that the maxim elides the supposedly illusory team spirit with good team spirit, does this mean that, in the case of a poor result, the corresponding dejection is equally false? Surely the flipside of Archibald’s claim would be that there is never team spirit in defeat, which for many who have been involved in team sports might border on the offensive.
Team spirit is not the same thing as elation. It is always
there: good, bad, or ugly. It is nothing less than the precise resilience of
the bonds permitting a team to dress its wounds and ride out the good and bad
sessions, good and bad days, good and bad weeks. When Strauss asserted prior to
his hundredth and final Test that “you
learn more in defeat than in victory” he was, in a sense, tacitly endorsing
the notion that team spirit encompasses this full spectrum of emotions and that
the exhilaration of victory is merely the highest plateau or pitch of intensity
that it attains.
Most crucially, although it is intangible, it is not
supernatural, not at all transcendent as the word spirit perhaps implies. Far
from being in some netherworld beyond, it is the potential immanent within an
ensemble of bodies to bring forth these intensive states of togetherness in
which concerted action pushes the component individuals to great collective achievements,
that gets something more out of them.
Even if team spirit is not felt in all corners of the
dressing room in quite the same way, to quite the same degree; even if some
people may be part of a team but not fully part of its spirit, that doesn’t
render it some dizzy fantasy of collective togetherness. The mutual care for
those struggling through tough times, looking out for your mates, creating a
supportive environment, singing not only when you’re winning – all of that is
real as a bruise on the inside thigh.
Fragile? Perhaps. Precarious? Certainly. Susceptible to a
sudden collapse? Without doubt. But just because no-one has ever seen or
touched something, that doesn’t make it illusory.
* Simplifying to the extreme,
for a long time this attempt to forge a sense of belonging was mediated by
custom, belief, and meaning. In ‘primitive’, kinship-based
society, it was done through social rituals and marking in bare flesh
(tattoos were more than decoration then) so as to fashion a memory for man of obligation, mediation –
what Nietzsche called a “cruelist mnemotechnics”. In State societies, the sense of belonging was elaborated principally through symbolic representations of
the higher unity (Law, tax money, official language – all substitutes for the
distant despot that no-one saw), but these transcendent Ideas must also be continually hewn into the
social body, whence flags and anthems. In ‘civilized’, market-based society, the unity is achieved through contractual
relations and normative behaviour operates around honouring those contracts –
meaning and belief are entirely secondary.
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