The
monstrous outsourcing conglomerate g4s might be a villain in the English press
mainly due to its incompetence supplying security at last years London Olympics, but the light touch approach applied by
groundstaff at Old Trafford would be a great model to follow for the aggressive
and needlessly imposing security guards who intimidate spectators at some
Australian sports events. The smiling reaction to harmless beer cup snakes here
at Old trafford was an example that Aussie train and ground cops will unfortunately
never follow. Further props for the
short beer and toilet lines at the ground.
Old Trafford cricket ground would
remind many Australian sports fans of the charm of approaching a sports ground
through the streets of suburbia. Ordinary people in their houses pay no bother
to the thousands approaching the oval just metres from their home. The
standardization and gentrification of sports grounds in Australia is something
to be regretted. So the preservation of local grounds hidden away in an otherwise
anonymous suburb is to be cherished by those who don’t often get to see it.
Peter Siddle might be the anti-Shane
Watson. In the Australian consciousness Watson is quickly becoming enemy number
one. Aussies hate unfulfilled potential more like they hate Marmite, or Stephen Milne, or Mark Neeld. Conceived as
arrogant, complacent and under-achieving, Watson is very close to being labelled
un-Australian. Only a five-for or a cracking ton can save him now. A smile on
field may also help.
Siddle is a workhorse that does much
more than a workhorse. On the pitch in Manchester he is Australia's highest
wicket taker and the only quick that can consistently avoid long term injury.
Yet here he was bowled fifth. In fact both Starc and Harris got a second spell
before Siddle was given the ball. No complaints. No dropped head. If Clarke had
waited 100 overs one gets the feeling Siddles reaction would have been the
same. Steam in. Put it on a length. Rinse. Repeat. Get an edge. Quality player.
Quality attitude. Quality Victorian.
The English media had pretty much knighted
Joe Root for his big hundred in the last test. Only the royal baby is more
important. Just. This golden boy was Ashton Agar on steroids. Dave Warner's sin
wasn't trying to hit a Pom in a pub. It was trying to hit the wrong Pom in a
pub. If he had had a crack at wannabe Englishman Trott (nice accent) he might
have become a guilty pleasure for the English crowd. Now they hate him. Like
all cricketers, Warner is one angry ton away from being popular again. Or he may need two. Root can now experience reality. After the string of shameless, fawning puff
pieces of the last two weeks, one spectator has already suggested dropping him
back down the order. The English cricket media can also be embarrassed about
how quickly they dismissed Australia’s chances before this test.
The low down on Australian players: Mitchell
Starc is the hardest hitter around. One big step. Back lift. Bang. Could have
flailed the poms for another hour. Rogers is the least likely looking
‘international athlete’ you are likely to see. No back lift. No real follow
through. Bang. Could be/Should be/Maybe
is a polite well-spoken librarian in a primary school of a small country town. Nice 20,000 first class runs though. Steve Smith is no gun. In fact his career would be on the precipice
if not for the umpires and their incompetence. Such is the life of a middle order Australian
batsman. Ashton Agar worked nearly as
hard as anyone, managing the Michael Clarke glove conveyor belt with diligence. Clarke must have changed gloves every 6-8
overs for his whole innings. Clarke is a
legend, and as he and Ponting can attest, sometimes the Australian people have to hate you before they love you. Watson, on the other hand, is
not a legend. Great tight bowling though at the
end of the day, but he needs a redemption story that Aussies love, like Davie
Warner might write in the next few years.
Haddin top effort.
Note to Jonanthan Trott: engaging drunk
supporters in banter is a no-win situation.
Don’t bring yourself down to our level. Note to all fans at the ground: great days.