MAN OF
THE MOMENT- QUITE LITERALLY
“Cricket is so
insignificant in the grand scheme of life. But yet you still want to try so
hard. So it’s about understanding or capturing that element.”
Remember that stroke over third man? That stroke which gave
birth to a form of cricket which was completely unheralded. A stroke which turned
into a trailer for the brand of cricket this man plays – or in a matter of
days, played. Zaheer Khan sprinted in from around the wicket and pounded it on
a three quarters length. And the man barely played it, cramping for room as he
opened his stance and tried to lift it over bowler’s head. And those were not
the days when bats were as thick as the Kaboom of David Warner – nevertheless thicker
than a decade ago. But such was the power of the little man and the ferocity of the
blade swing that it went miles over third man- the last place he intended to
send that into. That effort culminated into an exhibition, which any tournament will
be proud of for propelling it into the conscious of the audience it aims to target.
If that undefeated 158 was the coming of age of an enormously
talented young man, subsequent trail of his career attested that Cricket is not
all about the Tendulkars, Pontings, Laras , Dravids, Kallises and the extremely
talented crop of technically blessed young fellows. There is always a special
place for the bashers, however ugly they sometimes might look whacking the
leather off the balls. Viv Richards was gifted with both technique and this attitude.
Virender Sehwag used this to carve a special niche for himself. But this man
did all this like a stage performer hell bent upon entertaining his audience
and at the same time living on the edge of the knife for the joy of thrill it
gives to such daring persons.
Not that he was underwhelming before. The 2005 Christchurch
game showcased his power hitting abilities and tenacious attitude as he
combined with Daniel Vettori to haul a target of 332 set by Australia after
being on the ropes at 250 for 8. The 96 at Lords in his debut series in 2004
introduced him to the big stage and though his inconsistency was evident, he
remained an integral member of the test squad as he impressed with his keeping.
He played a similar role, albeit with lesser success, as Adam Gilchrist, his role
model played for the Kangaroos. After his stunning IPL inaugural performance,
he flied to England and in starkly different condition and format, he continued
in the same vein, stroking his way to 97, yet again missed on etching his name
at the Honour’s Board.
The vivacity with which he played was on display as he
scooped two 155KPH deliveries from Shaun Tait and Dirk Nannes on his way to be
the second player after Chris Gayle to record a T20I century. He has two of
them in his kitty now. The way he handled the crisis in New Zealand cricket
after the unceremonious sacking of former skipper Ross Taylor was exemplary,
especially as his tenure started with the ignominy of 45 all out in South
Africa. He along with Coach Mike Hesson created a team environment which gave
birth to a new brand of the sport – gentlemen’s aggression. Often praised for
the way he and his team played the game in its absolute spirit, he encouraged
his team to enjoy the game and play with a care free attitude which has been synonymous
with his batting style.
He led his team on a path of famous overseas wins and
remarkable come from behind performances. The unbeaten 13 test streak at home vindicated
his approach. The perfect riposte for the people who branded him as a happy go
lucky slogger came in the Wellington test against India. Not that he was ever
humbled by the Indians – 3 out of 4 of his double tons has come against them.
But he just proved what a dogged character he has developed into, when he
reached the first triple century by a Kiwi and saving the test by batting two
days, when defeat was imminent. First the graft and then the brutal
capitalization celebrated one of the greatest moment in Kiwi Cricket history as
Indian bowling capitulated.
And then came a campaign which put smiles on every cricket
lover’s face, irrespective of the country he/she belongs. The whirlwind
campaign started with a stunning down the pitch extra cover loft off a pacer
and culminated in a first final for the Kiwis as they displayed the aggression
of their brand and the gentle-manliness of their spirit in tandem, providing
cherished moments to this man.
And if that wasn’t enough, the fascinating 195 against Sri Lanka at Christchurch, coincidentally the place of the swansong of this extraordinary
career, proved two glorious facet about this man. First the inherent aggression
he displayed by a breath taking display of power hitting and second, the
unbelievable contentment which glared on his face as he walked off agonizingly
short off the fastest double ton ever in tests by playing an unwarranted shot.
As far as cricket goes, he lived by his words. Not many can be so nonchalantly passionate.
This career deserved a better conclusion than the series
defeat in Australia and another possible defeat at home against their old
nemesis. And his own indifferent form was vindicating his surprising decision
to retire. But then he came swinging out against the hooping cherry and not
only pulled his team out from a precarious position but ominously hurtled the
bowlers off their length in some really difficult conditions for batting. Not
that he did anything special, he just came into his own. He braved the storm
and rode his luck but at the end of his effort, he has the World Records of
fastest Test Century and Most Sixes to his name. The reason he was able to pull
them off in his last test when normally players get caught in the glare of the occasion
that he regarded it as just another game and situation his team need to conquer.
And the fans of this great man would be hoping a perfect
finale and send off to this champion bloke, who redefined the game and has been
the epitome of fearlessness. A man who deserve this victory. A man who never
shied away from responsibilities. A man who won’t be sad if they lose, because
at the end of the day, it’s just a game. A game of glorious uncertainties like
those lofted drive off ferocious pacers – stepping out.
Brendon
McCullum after equalling
the world record for Test sixes.