By Sreelata S. Yellamrazu
Turmoil and transfers. Retirements and relegations. Sacked or silenced. Sport across the globe has seen mindless methodologies and expeditious, not to mention exorbitant, endorsements and sponsorship deals. Questions keep a-begging: if football transfers can be money raisers and club saviors, why can’t money spin for cricketers? The world order constantly threatens to undergo a change. But will it? It just might.
It is only appropriate coming out of a weekend that Formula One comes prominently to the mind. Even more so when the wet start to the day in Ireland has ensured that there be plenty of time to deliberate on sporting events across the globe happening at the same time or thereabouts.
With Michael Schumacher finally hanging up his boots (or did I speak too soon?), boring was writ large all over Formula 1. There was only one heir apparent. How was Formula One to keep up the tempo in the absence of arguably its most rambunctious, furiously fast, and a ruthless inspiration in Michael Schumacher? Kimi Raikkonen did burst on to the scene a little earlier on the scene. But not much else has gone his way. Where the Ice man’s career has been frozen, a Spaniard’s has been ignited. All that seemed to be missing was the obvious coronation of ‘King’ Fernando Alonso.
But then there was the familiar case of “Was that a bird? Was it a plane?” Only in this case, it was a certain coloured (unheard of in Formula One, shocking so) young individual who stole Alonso’s thunder from right under his nose! Lewis Hamilton could not have timed his entry into Formula One any better. The exit of one champion has most certainly heralded the coming of another. To have finished at the top of the podium in all the races of the season thus far, Hamilton has stolen the (McLaren) team’s limelight, relegating the world champion to the backstage (Alonso certainly felt like it).
In all the Hamilton euphoria which could only have enhanced the fierce competitiveness of Formula One racing, another power struggle was brewing within the Ferrari camp. Raikonnen should have been the outright star induction in the Ferrari camp. Instead Felipe Massa has already shown in the earlier part of the season why he has been a worthy understudy to Schumacher. He had been waiting in the wings, unlike Reubens Barrichello who will go down in history as Schumacher’s most worthy team mate and an exemplary right hand man but a talent controversially unharnessed. Call it the price you pay for a seat in the Ferrari!
The personality of Schumacher may be hard to replicate. Formula One has plenty of characters at the moment to ensure that Formula One is not an endangered species any time soon. But there is no cutting in between with Michael Schumacher. It was either love him or hate him. Some things never do change.
But there is a third angle to another gentleman. You can love him, hate him or ignore him. Ignore him, except at Wimbledon. That though can be quite tricky. Agreed that Wimbledon takes a day off on a Sunday. However, how can this weekend in the year be left bereft without a thought for one of the most arguably lavish tennis tournaments anywhere in the world? Why this weekend becomes more important than most other Wimbledon weekends is the fact that week two of this year’s prestigious Grand Slam will not see Britain’s favourite (and perhaps only real hope at best) Tim Henman. For a decade now, all of Great Britain has attached romance to Wimbledon as their (only) knight in shining armour thrived on the surge of euphoria at home to put up a performance of a lifetime. Judging by Boris Becker’s apt comment that wild card entries should have been served out on a platter keeping the future of the nation in mind, Wimbledon will perhaps struggle a little bit harder his time in the years to come to draw the same deep emotions that have seen crowds throw their hearts behind their one realistic British hope.
The reason why this Wimbledon is going to feel more damp and cold than at any other time in over a decade is due to an impressive Feliciano Lopez showing the subtle nuances of a defeat handed swiftly, perhaps bringing home a few key points to bear of where the future of British tennis stands. To Henman’s credit, this will not have been an uneventful exit, having survived a marathon five setter to trounce Carlos Moya in the opening round. Sadly his ecstasy and that of the home ground will be a short lived affair, at least this year. Britain’s dry run continues.
Well by the time the idea for this article formulated, the rain decided to stay away after all and soon Ireland, or at least a little stadium down in Belfast, was abuzz with a decider that India so desperately needed to win and South Africa had no intention of losing. A slugfest would best describe the happenings back in Belfast. In the end, it was a case of the team who withstood the punches and actually had strength enough to dish out the final knockout punch.
The match after a six hour wait was well worth it as both teams showed triumph through toil. South Africa’s early debacle called on Herschelle Gibbs and Justin Kemp to pull out the final heroics for the series. It nearly proved the series clincher. But for Rahul Dravid and Yuvraj Singh, India found themselves in a similar hole that needed some serious digging to get out of. The match teetered to a nail biting finish, though it should never have given than India had six wickets in hand.
Mickey Arthur may not have found all the answers he was seeking on this tour. One of the few coaches to have survived a rocky World Cup, Arthur may well head back home with the same nagging, lingering worries about a bowling attack that can decimate the opposition on one day and look woefully pedestrian when the opposition determines to take it apart. India will have fewer worries for the moment, at least till they touch English shores. The boys may have just earned themselves a little more free rein in the absence of a coach. For the time being, it’s an age no bar party, led by none other than Sachin Tendulkar!
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Time to Play that Forgotten Series
By Trevor Chesterfield
Ten months ago, well . . . a little less now as we are nearing the end of June, there was mayhem and a lot of finger pointing going on in Colombo.
South Africa, led by Mark Boucher, were caught in the middle of what turned out to be an assassination attempt on the Pakistan High Commissioner, and decided enough was enough. Home, with its hijackings and daylight robberies, came the suggestion was felt to be a lot safer.
This was, of course, despite police suggesting armoured protection, wearing bullet vests, and other extreme safety precautions. Forgotten was that despite the deluge at the end of the monsoon season, a triangular series was about to be played.
No matter all the good intentions, dressing up players in garb designed to stop your every day chandiya (thugs) from causing disorder is going to be the first indication that while they are here to play Sri Lanka and India, cricket has become an incidental part of the visit.
Now, if you read the itinerary South Africa have agreed to on their tour of Pakistan in a couple of months to play in Karachi, where they riot over exorbitantly long power cuts and storm banks and wreck restaurants in the process. Pakistan is a nation where extremism leads to journalists being beheaded.
In fact, a quick check of failed states has Pakistan in the top 10 bracket and Karachi is not a city where tourists of any sort willingly tread. But typecasting cities and stereotyping its citizens as betel chewing terrorists is a generalising insult to the country, Karachi as a city, and its teeming population.
Even in Colombo, you won't find Chandiyas lurking at every street corner and trishaw jockeys are fair-minded types. They may try and wheedle the extra few rupees out of what tourists there are, but that is part of the fun in hiring a trishaw. Living in this part of the world, by choice, is what you make of it.
Even in New Zealand, an email from a relative suggests that in the city of my Alma Mater, Wanganui, they now have drive-by shootings. Yeah. Sure it gets scary.
The point here is that South Africa owe Sri Lanka a postponed limited overs series. If the Safs (the name Proteas, a spiky flower without any genuine scent, is one that has never sat comfortably in my thoughts), can go to Karachi in Pakistan, what is wrong with Colombo?
Oh, okay . . . If they insist on playing it in Dambulla, fine. Let's go to Dambulla and visit the Rock Temple on a day off. Even climb the world cultural heritage site of Sigiriya, if my legs can take it.
As part of the agreed future tours programme, and not something that has been sneaked as an extra (as the West Indies Cricket Board had the cheek to do), the Unitech Series is still an event that has to be played as part of the general programme.
No doubt, while they are at Lord's, in London, before sitting down to the annual dinner with its foie gras patê starter and chilled Chablis, with discredited types as Zimbabwe's Peter Chingoka and his chief executive side kick, Bvute, Sri Lanka Cricket's chairman and CEO, Jayantha Dharmadasa and Duleep Mendis might remind the South African delegation of their obligations.
Just a tap on the shoulder would do. They have, it is understood from sources in the Caribbean, already met and discussed the issue of the shelved series. Emirate sources also suggest that if the South Africans are still concerned about playing in Sri Lanka, there are alternative venues available.
Remember if you will that Australia went this route some years ago and borrowed P Saravanamuttu Oval for the first Test all because of the riots in Pakistan. At least Colombo is far safer than Karachi. They may hold demonstrations, and protest about certain aspects of life, but you don't get riots, even over power cuts.
There is nothing wrong with South Africa playing the series here this time of year; or any time of year as long as it doesn't coincide with the worst days of the monsoon. Security is pretty good. So, what's the beef? If it’s scheduling, the games can be played before the Pakistan tour as Sri Lanka, until the marshmallow twenty/20 event in South Africa in September, have a free period. So, what's wrong with an extra slog series being added to the programme?
The only complaint here is that hopefully visiting journalists won't be used to try and get in on the act and urged by others, tell me what I should and should not write, as happened last time.
Cricket South Africa have come out in support of the International Cricket Council's decision to ban officials who were involved in the World Cup final debacle, Rudi Koertzen among them.
The CSA chief executive, Majola, talking from London, said the decision to suspend the five officials from the World Twenty20 Championships in South Africa was to 'be applauded'. This was despite the suspension 'of South African cricket's favourite son, Rudi Koertzen, we feel that match officials need to be punished, like captains and players, for transgressions. We at CSA took a decision at our last meeting to request the ICC to adopt this approach after several major blunders by match officials. Captains are fined and face suspensions for relatively minor infringements of the regulations such as slow over rates, yet officials get away with errors that change the outcome of matches. We believe they, too, need to be held accountable for their actions.'
Ironically, Koertzen and match referee Jeff Crowe, in Sri Lanka for the Tests against Bangladesh, are two of the officials who have been banned for that tournament. Not that they'll miss it. Like rugby and football, Twenty/20 is about as palatable as sucking on an after dinner mint: tacky and forgettable.
While Crowe shouldered the blame for the World Cup final fiasco, the former New Zealand captain wasn't the only one at fault. No doubt when he's next back in South Africa, he will enjoy a bottle of one of the world's great wines, Warwick 'three ladies' from the small estate in the Mulder's Vlei (river) Valley. It has been ranked along with that of some of the best Medoc wines of which Chateau Margeaux comes at a much higher price.
Ten months ago, well . . . a little less now as we are nearing the end of June, there was mayhem and a lot of finger pointing going on in Colombo.
South Africa, led by Mark Boucher, were caught in the middle of what turned out to be an assassination attempt on the Pakistan High Commissioner, and decided enough was enough. Home, with its hijackings and daylight robberies, came the suggestion was felt to be a lot safer.
This was, of course, despite police suggesting armoured protection, wearing bullet vests, and other extreme safety precautions. Forgotten was that despite the deluge at the end of the monsoon season, a triangular series was about to be played.
No matter all the good intentions, dressing up players in garb designed to stop your every day chandiya (thugs) from causing disorder is going to be the first indication that while they are here to play Sri Lanka and India, cricket has become an incidental part of the visit.
Now, if you read the itinerary South Africa have agreed to on their tour of Pakistan in a couple of months to play in Karachi, where they riot over exorbitantly long power cuts and storm banks and wreck restaurants in the process. Pakistan is a nation where extremism leads to journalists being beheaded.
In fact, a quick check of failed states has Pakistan in the top 10 bracket and Karachi is not a city where tourists of any sort willingly tread. But typecasting cities and stereotyping its citizens as betel chewing terrorists is a generalising insult to the country, Karachi as a city, and its teeming population.
Even in Colombo, you won't find Chandiyas lurking at every street corner and trishaw jockeys are fair-minded types. They may try and wheedle the extra few rupees out of what tourists there are, but that is part of the fun in hiring a trishaw. Living in this part of the world, by choice, is what you make of it.
Even in New Zealand, an email from a relative suggests that in the city of my Alma Mater, Wanganui, they now have drive-by shootings. Yeah. Sure it gets scary.
The point here is that South Africa owe Sri Lanka a postponed limited overs series. If the Safs (the name Proteas, a spiky flower without any genuine scent, is one that has never sat comfortably in my thoughts), can go to Karachi in Pakistan, what is wrong with Colombo?
Oh, okay . . . If they insist on playing it in Dambulla, fine. Let's go to Dambulla and visit the Rock Temple on a day off. Even climb the world cultural heritage site of Sigiriya, if my legs can take it.
As part of the agreed future tours programme, and not something that has been sneaked as an extra (as the West Indies Cricket Board had the cheek to do), the Unitech Series is still an event that has to be played as part of the general programme.
No doubt, while they are at Lord's, in London, before sitting down to the annual dinner with its foie gras patê starter and chilled Chablis, with discredited types as Zimbabwe's Peter Chingoka and his chief executive side kick, Bvute, Sri Lanka Cricket's chairman and CEO, Jayantha Dharmadasa and Duleep Mendis might remind the South African delegation of their obligations.
Just a tap on the shoulder would do. They have, it is understood from sources in the Caribbean, already met and discussed the issue of the shelved series. Emirate sources also suggest that if the South Africans are still concerned about playing in Sri Lanka, there are alternative venues available.
Remember if you will that Australia went this route some years ago and borrowed P Saravanamuttu Oval for the first Test all because of the riots in Pakistan. At least Colombo is far safer than Karachi. They may hold demonstrations, and protest about certain aspects of life, but you don't get riots, even over power cuts.
There is nothing wrong with South Africa playing the series here this time of year; or any time of year as long as it doesn't coincide with the worst days of the monsoon. Security is pretty good. So, what's the beef? If it’s scheduling, the games can be played before the Pakistan tour as Sri Lanka, until the marshmallow twenty/20 event in South Africa in September, have a free period. So, what's wrong with an extra slog series being added to the programme?
The only complaint here is that hopefully visiting journalists won't be used to try and get in on the act and urged by others, tell me what I should and should not write, as happened last time.
Cricket South Africa have come out in support of the International Cricket Council's decision to ban officials who were involved in the World Cup final debacle, Rudi Koertzen among them.
The CSA chief executive, Majola, talking from London, said the decision to suspend the five officials from the World Twenty20 Championships in South Africa was to 'be applauded'. This was despite the suspension 'of South African cricket's favourite son, Rudi Koertzen, we feel that match officials need to be punished, like captains and players, for transgressions. We at CSA took a decision at our last meeting to request the ICC to adopt this approach after several major blunders by match officials. Captains are fined and face suspensions for relatively minor infringements of the regulations such as slow over rates, yet officials get away with errors that change the outcome of matches. We believe they, too, need to be held accountable for their actions.'
Ironically, Koertzen and match referee Jeff Crowe, in Sri Lanka for the Tests against Bangladesh, are two of the officials who have been banned for that tournament. Not that they'll miss it. Like rugby and football, Twenty/20 is about as palatable as sucking on an after dinner mint: tacky and forgettable.
While Crowe shouldered the blame for the World Cup final fiasco, the former New Zealand captain wasn't the only one at fault. No doubt when he's next back in South Africa, he will enjoy a bottle of one of the world's great wines, Warwick 'three ladies' from the small estate in the Mulder's Vlei (river) Valley. It has been ranked along with that of some of the best Medoc wines of which Chateau Margeaux comes at a much higher price.
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