Winds of Change Sweeping across the Globe?

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!