You’re tough? That’s not enough

“I’ve always seen vulnerability as a big strength. Other people see it as a weakness. But if I can be vulnerable, especially in leadership, people would feel it’s OK to be vulnerable.” – Faf du Plessis

Telford Vice / Cape Town

WHAT would Viv Richards do? Or Kepler Wessels, Javed Miandad or Ian Botham? Imran Khan? Allan Border? Kapil Dev? Curtly Ambrose, Ian Chappell, Ravi Shastri or Douglas Jardine? Probably not what Tim Paine, Faf du Plessis and Wasim Akram have done in the past month.

They have revealed that they are not tough guys. At least not in the way cricket has always expected players — particularly captains — to be: hard bastards who wouldn’t know sensitivity if it smacked them upside the head. People like Richards, Wessels, Miandad, Botham, Imran, Border, Kapil, Ambrose, Chappell, Shastri and Jardine; a Tough XI for the ages.

What happens when two of them collide? In a bar near the MCG in 1977 Botham took violent exception to Chappell’s withering views on English cricket. The matter was taken outside, where only the sight of a police car quelled furiously flying fists. Botham was 21. Chappell, 13 years older, was a giant of the era. So the altercation could be seen as the impetuousness of youth meeting the ego of experience. But at Adelaide Oval 33 years later, when Botham was 55 and Chappell 67, they again had to be physically restrained from attacking each other.

Maybe the clocks of grandfathers tick like time bombs. Maybe toxic masculinity never gets old. Or never grows up: in 1994 Botham published an autobiography subtitled “Don’t Tell Kath”, a reference to Kathryn, his wife. The back cover promised “an intriguing cocktail of sex and drugs allegations, personal upheavals, confrontations with his peers, and remarkable achievements both on and off the field”. Seven years later Botham was forced to tell Kath about his affair with a woman in Sydney, but only because messy details had emerged in the press.  

Maybe they don’t make them like that anymore, as suggested in books released between October 25 and November 11 by Paine (The Price Paid: a story of life, cricket, and lessons learned; with Peter Lalor), Du Plessis (Faf: Through Fire; with Marco Botha) and Wasim (Sultan: A Memoir; with Gideon Haigh). Or maybe they still make them like that, but they look at themselves through the prism of their determination to be better people.

Paine writes about the “shame” and “despair” that descended in the wake of the exposure, in November 2021, of his sexting a woman who was not his partner: “Your wife is leaving you, your name is mud, you hate yourself and you hate what you have done and you hate the thoughts tormenting your every waking moment. The kids are looking at you with no idea what’s going on, and you can’t sleep, you can’t eat, you can’t function, you can’t go outside or answer the phone or look yourself in the eye.”

Wasim writes of living the high life as a player, which led to drug use: “The culture of fame in south Asia is all consuming, seductive and corrupting. You can go to 10 parties a night, and some do. And it took its toll on me. My devices turned into vices.

“Worst of all, I developed a dependence on cocaine. It started innocuously enough when I was offered a line at a party in England; my use grew steadily more serious, to the point that I felt I needed it to function.

“It made me volatile. It made me deceptive. Huma [his first wife], I know, was often lonely in this time … she would talk of her desire to move to Karachi, to be nearer her parents and siblings. I was reluctant. Why? Partly because I liked going to Karachi on my own, pretending it was work when it was actually about partying, often for days at a time.” Nothing less than Huma’s death, of a rare infection, in October 2009 made him stop using cocaine, Wasim says.

Du Plessis writes that he “often cheated on my girlfriends, a pattern that only changed in my late twenties. My understanding of what a relationship should be was flawed. While I knew it was wrong to be involved with so many girls at the same time, I never felt guilty about it.” The wronged women included the one he married in November 2013: “While Imari and I were still dating, I was unfaithful to her a couple of times and I got caught out.”

Du Plessis also touches on what might be called coldhearted selfishness: “Imari dealt with depression in her mid-twenties and, when she needed me most, I was emotionally absent … I was unresponsive to her suffering and cries for help.”

The book is shot through with a level of introspection that would make the Tough XI cringe. All that touchy-feely consideration and empathy is not for them. Its 381 pages include 16 mentions of vulnerability, 20 of feelings, 21 of sensitivity — only three of them in connection with physical injury — and 61 of emotion, emotions, emotional or emotionally.  

“My approach is very honest and vulnerable, to make people feel like they can be themselves and trust me,” Du Plessis told Cricbuzz. “The only way I could have written this book is if I was true to that person. I have to point the finger at myself first. That’s just the right way of doing it. Never do I throw stones if I’m not hard on myself already.

“To be honest and open yourself in every way is not easy. You bring up things you’ve almost forgotten about. My wife would read the book and cry, and say, ’I didn’t know all this about you.’ As a professional sportsman you learn to deal with things on your own.

“I’ve always seen vulnerability as a big strength. Other people see it as a weakness. But if I can be vulnerable, especially in leadership, people would feel it’s OK to be vulnerable. If you don’t show it, people are scared to be themselves, and then they play the role of someone they can’t always feel like.”

For those who see the likes of the Tough XI as inviolate heroes, this is dangerous talk: players play, thinkers think, and let’s not confuse the two. But there is no question that the unhealthy imbalance between the differing demands that cricket makes on teams compared to individuals, which manifests most starkly in the harmfully fake settings created away from the support structures of home, makes the game among the most emotionally challenging of all competitive sports. But that doesn’t mean players, even at elite level, are equipped for the challenge. Did that mean being part of high level sport, particularly cricket, was mentally damaging?  

“Unfortunately my generation, and lots of generations before me, never felt like that was an area of importance,” Du Plessis said. “You always have batting, bowling and high performance coaches, but they should be there for players who need help with [mental health]. You are away from your loved ones for long periods of time in a high pressure environment, and you are expected to just deal with it.

“We see that as mental toughness — either a guy is mentally tough or mentally weak. You almost think, ‘Just harden up. This is what it’s supposed to be like at the top. It’s not made for softies.’ That’s not the truth. That aspect is changing, and it’s great that people are coming out more often and saying how hard it is to deal with the pressures of international sport.

“I talk about it in the book as soft skills versus hard skills; being aware that you need to focus just as much on the soft skills as you do on training harder, and being fitter and stronger. We need to show just as much care towards the softer side.”

Much of Du Plessis’ book is devoted to exactly that, but it landed with a thud ahead of its publication when articles based on redacted extracts appeared in the media. A bruising first encounter with Daryll Cullinan and a difficult relationship with Mark Boucher were laid bare in ways that are uncommon in South Africa — where books on sport don’t often rise above hagiography.

“The hard part about the first week was that the book wasn’t released yet,” Du Plessis said. “It wasn’t supposed to come out at that time, so that created a stir. People couldn’t read the book and see the context, and me explaining everything. Now that it’s out there, I’m very happy that people can read it.”

Did he get why he had caused upset? “Some of the headlines were quite direct. If I read that about myself I would also feel put out. There were people who weren’t happy, but my answer to them was that if they read the book they would hopefully see my heart in it and understand. There’s a lot of good as well about the people I write about. Once you take one line and just read that, it’s very easy to understand something out of context. People felt like it was an attack on them but it wasn’t. It’s purely my story and my perspective on how I experienced things.”

Telling that story gave Du Plessis a glimpse into the world of the game’s writers: “Playing cricket is a lot easier. I’ve got respect for you guys, even more than I had before. I enjoyed the process but it was a lot harder work than I thought it would be. I started in lockdown and the plan was, ‘Let me throw myself at this completely, and I can see where it takes me; if I feel there’s something of value I can get across.’ I got obsessed by putting all my attention into it. I’d be writing until two in the morning; just writing, writing, writing …

“Initially we were thinking of releasing it last year this time, but it was so much work. I was playing cricket and then I’d be sitting until late at night going through the book. Then it was voice notes and calls and interviews with the writer. It was an insane amount of time. I didn’t expect that. It was a lot more difficult than I thought.”

Du Plessis worked from notebooks he had filled during his almost nine years as an international, in which he played 262 games for South Africa — 115 of them as captain. “I’m not great at remembering a lot of stuff, so when I’ve thought about something I put it down on paper. When you’re talking to the team you’re always making notes. If there was something around culture that I enjoyed, for instance, I would write it down.

“To my surprise I didn’t throw the diaries away. I started going through them and found them super interesting. I didn’t have this kind of stuff available to me as a young cricketer. Maybe, if I shared everything I learnt, I could help people.”

Whatever you do, don’t call the product of all that effort a book on cricket: “If I was going to do this book it was never going to be about cricket. I find that boring. I needed a different way of doing it. Leadership, culture and relationships were the big things I felt like I could speak about. Cricket is what I do, so there were cricket stories about those things that pulled it together. But I was always aware of not going too much into the cricket side of things but more into what I find a lot more interesting.”

Even Botham and Chappell aren’t all about cricket. And not all about themselves. Botham raised more than £30-million for charity, several of them connected to cancer research, on 18 marathon walks in various countries between 1985 and 2017. Chappell was so enraged by troops being deployed to stop a ship carrying 438 refugees, most of them Afghans fleeing the Taliban, from entering Australian waters in August 2001 that he visited the asylum seekers after they had been herded into a detention centre in South Australia. The experience inspired him to become a special representative for the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees.

Cricketers are, like all of us, complex. Unlike most of us, some of their most prominent complexities, good, bad and somewhere in between, are on display for all to see. Maybe the most important difference between the Tough XI and Paine, Du Plessis and Wasim is that they are willing to confront their failures and, if needs be, change.

First published by Cricbuzz.

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Markram pays cruel price for proving the power of faith

“There’s certainly a lot more hurt than satisfaction from my side.” – Aiden Markram

Telford Vice | Cape Town

FUNNY thing, faith. Especially for the irreligious. But even they know it when they see it, and it was etched into every inch of Aiden Markram on Monday as he walked out with Rassie van der Dussen to continue South Africa’s bid to win the Rawalpindi Test and square the series.

Their partnership was already worth 94 and the pitch was more than decent for a fifth-day surface. But the target of 370, more than any team had scored to win a Test in Pakistan, was still 243 runs away. Even so, by the look of Markram — jaw set as square as his shoulders, eyes level, clear and focused, purpose in his stride — he had faith that success was there for the taking.

And it was taken. Not by South Africa. By Markram. He came to Pakistan with a reputation as a stellar talent who was vulnerable to spin. His best effort in Asia had been the 39 he made against India in Visakhapatnam in October 2019, which at 74 balls was also the longest of his eight innings in the subcontinent. He had been dismissed by spinners in seven of those innings. He averaged 10.50 in Asia. In his other 32 innings, all of them in South Africa, he had scored five centuries and averaged 46.74.      

But you need to believe before you can do. And Markram did so well enough to score 74 in the first innings in Karachi, and to face 224 balls — his longest Test innings anywhere. In the second innings in Rawalpindi, he was there for 243 deliveries. His 108 was a triumph of discipline and application and a ringing repudiation of the earlier doubts over his ability in conditions that aren’t of his choosing.

So why did Markram seem close to tears at an online press conference on Monday? Those soldierly shoulders had slumped, and his eyes were as soft as an antelope’s. And shining. While Markram had had enough faith that his team could win, perhaps the other South Africans did not. And Pakistan had more, much of it bundled into the unassuming frame of Hasan Ali — who bowled Van der Dussen with the third ball of the day’s play, trapped Faf du Plessis in front in the fifth over, and had Markram and Quinton de Kock caught behind off consecutive deliveries with the second new ball.

South Africa were bowled out for 274, losing their last seven wickets for 33 runs, the match by 95 runs, and the series 2-0. In the first innings, the collapse was 6/87. Karachi saw crashes of 5/41 and 9/70. “Poor batting by South Africa, and that’s saying it nicely,” was how Daryll Cullinan summarised Monday’s mess on commentary.

Cricket has many cruelties, but the worst of them is that a player who has excelled against the odds and under pressure can be made to feel as if they have done nothing of value in the overarching story of their team’s failure. Markram was that player on Monday: “Ultimately we as sportsmen are highly competitive people. So to lose a game and a series eats more at you than one or two personal performances that might have gone alright. There’s certainly a lot more hurt than satisfaction from my side. It felt like there were stages, throughout the series and throughout this game, where just when we started making progress and getting ahead, we’d give it away. That’s where the hurt comes from. It’s time for us to take lessons and to learn and to not make the same mistakes going forward.”

How might that happen, given South Africa’s dismal record of throwing their wickets away as if they were hand-grenades from which the pins had been pulled? “You have to appreciate the fact that we are in the subcontinent and getting in is really tough,” Markram said. “The nature of the conditions often suggests that wickets will fall in clusters. Obviously we haven’t got the solution for it. But the lesson will be to keep minds nice and calm and clear when going out to bat, just to get through the first 20 or 30 balls to settle the nerves. Normally, once you’re in, it does slowly but surely get a bit easier.”

There was no opportunity to remind Markram that South Africa had been undone by fast bowling in Rawalpindi, where Hasan took 10/114. Besides, that might have pushed him over the edge. “The mood is pretty down at the moment,” he said. “It’s never nice losing matches and losing Test series. It definitely leaves a bitter taste. We will take time to reflect and see where we can improve and hopefully when it matters we can deliver.”

With Australia postponing their series in South Africa, which had been scheduled for next month, over Covid fears, when Markram and his teammates might have the chance to show that they have done that successfully is uncertain. “It’s always a really exciting series to be a part of and there’s normally quite good cricket on display,” Markram said of the Australians’ late decision. “It’s not ideal that that series isn’t going ahead. We’re just going to have to wait over the next couple of weeks to find out if there will be … or, let’s put it this way, to find out when the next Test series will be for us.”

By then, given De Kock’s unconvincing performance as a Test captain in Pakistan, Markram could be in charge of the side. “I haven’t given it too much thought,” he said. “I don’t think with, what’s it been now, four Test matches this season, it allows a player to all of a sudden think very differently and think along those lines. It’s something I would naturally enjoy doing but nothing I have given too much time of day to. My goal is ultimately to score runs and win games. That’s still the focus for me. It’s difficult to say what’s going to happen.”

It is. That’s why you need faith.

First published Cricbuzz.

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Centurion an emphatic ally in South Africa’s cause

“You don’t want to go into a game thinking you are going to bomb guys out and it doesn’t happen.” – Anrich Nortjé

Telford Vice | Johannesburg

THE newest of South Africa’s regular Test grounds is the most South African of them all. A particular South Africa, that is. For there are many. On weekend afternoons here, the braai smoke draws an aromatic veil over the ground, the grass banks hum with beery buzz, and conversations clatter in, mainly, Afrikaans.

But foreigners are welcome. Even the opposition are treated with more respect at Centurion than at many other grounds. Except that there won’t be a crowd on Saturday for the match against Sri Lanka, the first Test played in South Africa since Covid-19 changed everything about the world and how we live in it. So there will be no gracious reception from the locals to take the edge off the conditions, which would seem bespoke for South Africa’s apparently bottomless well of quality fast bowlers.

Batting in the first four-and-a-half sessions at Centurion is often an exercise in survival. And a good idea to survive it is. Because in the next four-and-a-half sessions batters prosper more than they would elsewhere. The pitch loses its sting and the outfield, invariably quick, has hardened in the sun and is quicker still. So while their have been 14 hauls of more than five wickets in an innings in the 25 Tests played here, there have also been six scores of more than 150 — two of them double centuries.

Add to all that a welt of clouds banking on the horizon early in the day, lightning bolts scragging across the sky as tea approaches, and more than the odd thunderstorm of biblical proportions in the third session. In the open pressbox, reporters on deadline have ended up typing furiously while cowering under their desks with their shirts pulled over their heads to keep themselves as safe as possible and their laptops something like dry.

There’s a theatrical quality to the drama of Test cricket at Centurion, and mostly the heroes of the piece are South Africa. Of those 25 Tests they have played here since November 1995 they have lost only two. Sri Lanka have been the opposition in four matches and have been beaten in all of them, twice by an innings.

But you need to go 21 places down the list of best bowling performances in an innings at Centurion to find the first one against Sri Lanka — Vernon Philander’s 5/53 in December 2011. The only other Lankan entry on this side of the equation in the top 30 is Allan Donald’s 5/54 in March 1998, the same match in which Muttiah Muralitheran took 5/63. Shaun Pollock’s 111 in January 2011, Daryll Cullinan’s 103 in March 1998 and another 103, by Neil McKenzie, also in January 2001, are the only centuries scored against Sri Lanka at Centurion.

Hashan Tillakaratne’s undefeated 104 in November 2002 is their only hundred here. Tillakaratne batted for five-and-a-half hours and faced 231 balls for his prize. But let us not call that innings dour considering Centurion was also the scene of a 161-ball 97 by AB De Villiers against New Zealand in April 2006 and Kumar Sangakkara’s 98 in January 2001, which took 215 deliveries.

So, for all Centurion’s emphatic allegiance to South Africa’s cause, Sri Lanka have had their moments. But they have been few and far between. Whether they can put enough of them together this time will be key to their chances of breaking their duck at the ground.

Kusal Perera’s 153 not out at Kingsmead on Sri Lanka’s previous visit to the country, in February last year, blazed a new trail for his team’s history in South Africa and led to them becoming the first Asian side to win a Test series here. But flat, flabby Kingsmead is not Centurion. Kusal is class on legs, as he will need to be if he is to repeat his 2019 heroics in this match. Lahiru Kumara, quick but erratic, could be the Lankans’ best hope of matching the home side in the pace department.

Both teams are playing their first Test of the coronavirus era, but the South Africans are also going where they haven’t since Faf du Plessis quit the captaincy in February. Quinton de Kock, who has replaced him for the summer, has big boots to fill. He has played 215 internationals in all formats, but has never captained in a first-class match. De Kock will have to find a way to win despite an inexperienced pace attack and a batting line-up strong on sturdiness but light on flair.

Centurion will allow South Africa to start as favourites. But they will have to work to keep that status.

When: Saturday December 26, 2020. 10am Local Time  

Where: SuperSport Park, Centurion

What to expect: Fast, bouncy and swinging for the first day or so, flat for the next day or so, up and down for the rest of the match. Expect an epic thunderstorm in the afternoon. Perhaps every afternoon. But, usually, only for an hour.

Team news

South Africa

Beuran Hendricks’ removal from the equation — possibly because he has tested positive for Covid-19, although CSA won’t confirm that — and Kagiso Rabada’s absence because of a groin strain changes the look of South Africa’s likely attack. Also, Lungi Ngidi and Glenton Stuurman are trying to overcome minor physical issues. An all-seam approach might have been an option if none of that was the case, but surely not now.   

Possible XI: Dean Elgar, Aiden Markram, Rassie van der Dussen, Faf du Plessis, Quinton de Kock, Temba Bavuma, Dwaine Pretorius, Anrich Nortjé, Keshav Maharaj, Glenton Stuurman, Lungi Ngidi.

Sri Lanka

Angelo Mathews is out of the tour with a hamstring injury and Oshado Fernando will miss the first Test because of an ankle problem. Suranga Lakmal is doubtful with a hamstring strain he suffered during training on Wednesday. 

Possible XI: Dimuth Karunaratne, Lahiru Thirimanne, Kusal Mendis, Minod Bhanuka, Dinesh Chandimal, Dhananjaya De Silva, Dilruwan Perera, Niroshan Dickwella, Lasith Embuldeniya, Vishwa Fernando, Lahiru Kumara.         

What they said

“There’s going to be a little bit more bounce, a little bit more pace. We’re definitely going to use it to our advantage but we don’t want to get carried away. You don’t want to go into a game thinking you are going to bomb guys out and it doesn’t happen.” — Anrich Nortjé tries to curb his enthusiasm about bowling at Centurion.

“We will be playing for the first time after Covid, so a few things are new. We’re learning how to play from out of a bio-bubble. But we’re not worried about Covid; we just want to play good cricket and enjoy the time we’re here. We are not talking or thinking about Covid.” — Dimuth Karunaratne refuses to be vexed by the virus.

First published by Cricbuzz.

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Leading Edge: Enoch Nkwe deserves better

Geoff Toyana and Mpho Sekhoto – frontline batters both – took guard at Nos. 9 and 10 in their only innings and didn’t bowl a delivery between them. Ah, weren’t those the days?

TELFORD VICE in London

IT’S trapped in the amber of another time, perhaps another world. At least, it seems that way.

It’s an artefact and a cautionary tale, and a reminder that, after everything, we’re dealing with human beings. It’s a scorecard from a game played almost 17 years ago at the Wanderers.

Through a gap in the stands to the left at the Golf Course End you could see a glimpse of grass even greener and plusher than one of the most green, plush outfields anywhere in the game. Much further to the right the bluegums swayed and spoke in the breeze high above some of the most sun and storm struck bleachers in all of sport.

A gaggle of reporters were gathered in the always refreshingly open-air pressbox above the Corlett Drive End. It was absolutely unbelievable that, five months to the day after that game, much of the stand below them would be decked out as temporary accommodation for the hordes of journalists who would turn up to cover the 2003 men’s World Cup final.

All of which is the same today, even though so much has changed. Not least that the punters have long since got their seats back from the press.

Ian Howell and Craig Schoof were the umpires for that four-day match, and thereby hangs its own history. Howell was the kind of left-arm slow bowler you just don’t see anymore, and a damn fine one. Schoof was the son of Dudley and the nephew of Ossie, famous men in white coats both.

Stephen Cook, Adam Bacher, Grant Elliott and Daryll Cullinan were one team’s top four. They had David Terbrugge and Clive Eksteen in their attack. 

Derek Crookes, Andrew Hall, Pierre de Bruyn, Albie Morkel, Dylan Jennings and André Nel were in the other dressingroom.

All were products of the unbearable whiteness of too much about the game in South Africa.

Not that everybody involved was white. Johnson Mafa shared the new ball. In the first innings anyway: he didn’t bowl in the second dig. Geoff Toyana and Mpho Sekhoto — frontline batters both — took guard at Nos. 9 and 10 in their only innings and didn’t bowl a delivery between them. Ah, weren’t those the days?

None of which has turned out to be as topical as what happened in the 11th over after lunch on the first day, when a gangly kid of 19 armed with, it seemed, nothing more than soft eyes and a big smile — and, it turned out, an excellent technique — took the long walk down those ridiculously elongated stairs and onward to the middle to make his first-class debut.

He was from Soweto. Or the other side of the world compared to the Wanderers. He had, by then, played for Gauteng’s under-19 and B sides and in a pre-season friendly — all with limited batting success. Indeed, he had made a better impression with his medium pace.

But that was to change over the course of that day and the next, when he spent more than six hours at the crease, faced 297 balls, hit 20 fours, shared a century stand with Cullinan, and scored 106.

His name was, and is, Enoch Nkwe.

Or is it? Some sources list him as Enoch Thabiso Nkwe, others as Thabiso Enoch Nkwe. Was South African cricket uncivilised enough not even 17 years ago that it couldn’t be bothered to get the names of first-class players the right way round?

Cricket was to afford Nkwe only 41 more first-class matches, in which he scored two more centuries. Life took him to the Netherlands and brought him home, but injury meant he never had the playing career he should have.

He deserved better then and he deserves better now. He represents so much but also nothing besides himself, and he deserves a fair chance at doing both to the best of his ability.

It’s time to escape the amber and to look past the towering bluegums and the impossibly green golf course and to see the truth as it is.

The moment is yours, Mr Nkwe. 

First published by the Sunday Times.

Warne to world: buy my book

“I’m not friends with Daryll Cullinan, but I am great friends with Graeme Smith and Jacques Kallis and Jonty [Rhodes] and ‘Bouch’ [Mark Boucher] … all the guys and Graeme Smith. We hang out all the time.” – Shane Warne, who’s friendship with Smith is so good he names it twice.

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TELFORD VICE in London

SHANE Warne has a face for radio. At least, he does on the dust jacket of his new autobiography, where he appears crags, wrinkles, sunspots and all, and looking older than his 49 years.

That’s not uncommon for those who have made their money under a blazing sun. But the photograph is all the more striking because Warne has become, in his retirement, an awkwardly gleaming example of what plastic surgery, botox, hair implants, tooth-whitening and the like can do for middle-aged men.

He has steadfastly denied having stooped to such levels of vanity. We will take that from whence it comes: someone who was sent home in disgrace from the 2003 World Cup for failing a drug test after ingesting a banned substance that lurked in a slimming agent. Fatboy not so slim, né?

Anyway. There Warne and his face for radio were on Jacaranda FM this week on selling books. Actually, only his voice — he was on the phone. 

“It’s really important, if you’re going to do something like this, to be completely honest; upfront,” he said. “I’ve never pretended to be something I’m not.”

Hence the crags, wrinkles and sunspots …

“There’s lots in the book that has never been in a public place.”

And a good thing, too, considering we are dealing with someone who has appeared in the thoroughly public place of the front page of The News of the World wearing little more than a pair of Playboy-branded underpants in photographs taken behind closed doors that also feature a comically large inflatable plastic penis and two giddily giggling women, both less dressed than Warne.

The book is pocked with, Warne said, “pitfalls, failures and mistakes” along with tales of the triumphs that earned him 708 wickets in 145 Tests.

People still, he said, tell him: “We miss you in the game, we love you. You’re a character.”

Among these adorers are South Africans, one of whom apparently “calls himself the chairman of the Shane Warne fan club”.

In fact, it would not be stretching the point to say some of Warne’s best friends are Saffers. And one of them not.

“I’m not friends with Daryll Cullinan, but I am great friends with Graeme Smith and Jacques Kallis and Jonty [Rhodes] and ‘Bouch’ [Mark Boucher] … all the guys and Graeme Smith. We hang out all the time.”

There are couple of things off kilter with all that.

Most obviously, however well Warne gets on with Smith does he really need to say so twice in the same sentence?

And how sad can the man be to have to hark back, with a juvenile snigger, to his one-sided battles with Cullinan, who could probably match him for raw cricketing genius but always seemed to come second to him on the field?

Living in the past much, Shane? And dining out on alternative facts, no less.

Warne dismissed Cullinan 12 times in the 29 Tests and one-day internationals they played against each other, and more often than not he made the South African look like a poor facsimile of the fine batsman he was.

Thing is, you don’t hear Warne taunting Nasser Hussain despite that fact that he took the Englishman’s wicket more times in fewer matches compared to his record against Cullinan.

Perhaps that’s because Warne knows better than to undermine a heavyweight in his current profession of television punditry — a deeply weird world that Australian writer Geoff Lemon skewered brilliantly in The Guardian in February 2015: “It’s all about being the matiest mates who ever mated.”  

Just then, ‘Biff’ himself popped up in a recorded message.

“Hey SK,” Smith said with a smile in his voice. “Great to hear you back on South African radio, buddy.

“It’s great that you’ve managed to put out such a great spin on your life.”

Whether he was trying to be punny wasn’t apparent, but he left no room for doubt that he considered Warne “one of the great characters and people of our game”.

“I was around at times when you were working on the book,” Smith said, “and I could see the time and effort that you put in.

“I look forward to reading one myself. See you in Aus shortly.”

Watcha think of that then, Warnie baby? 

“Nah, that’s lovely, isn’t it,” Warne said, emotion no doubt welling up where his tear ducts once were.

You can’t fault Warne for knowing what will make people buy his book: “My father; what he had to do to put milk and bread on the table. My journey; the struggles at times, also the loneliness.

“I saw a sports psychologist for a while, which I’ve never really put out there. The first question he asked me in our sessions was, ‘Mr and Mrs Jones and Mr and Mrs Smith are on a flight, and Shane Warne. And the plane crashed. Write your own obituary’.

“That was quite confronting, and that was the tone of the sessions.

“I’ve had two relationships: I was married once and engaged once. I let my children down over the journey.

“But in a funny sort of a way that’s led to some great communication with my kids. They’re my No. 1 priority.”

Hold that thought, Shane. Heeeeeere’s AB …

“Shane Warne, in my opinion, is the best bowler to ever play cricket,” AB de Villiers said in another on-air tribute.

“Not only is he the greatest bowler, he’s most probably the greatest mind in cricket as well.

“As a 21, 22-year-old it was certainly very intimidating walking out to bat against him.

“Shane’s mind is so strong he’s even made people believe he’s a 10 or an 11 handicap.

“Please do not believe that: he’s a thief on the golf course.”

A scratching sound comes out of the speakers. Radio static? The curdling of wrinkles around the mouth? The sound of a skin finally got under? All of the above?

“I’m not a thief — I’m [playing] off nine, thank you.” 

How to score big runs in Sri Lanka? Depends …

TMG Digital

TEFORD VICE in Lisbon

EIGHT batsmen have scored Test centuries for South Africa in Sri Lanka, and their names comprise as varied a list of the dogged and the dashing as can be compiled.

From Dean Elgar to Daryll Cullinan, Jonty Rhodes to Jacques Rudolph, Hashim Amla to Lance Klusener, and Hansie Cronje to JP Duminy — they’ve all been there, done that, and raised a bat to claim their applause.

Good luck plotting a pattern through that lot, a task only made more difficult by the fact that no-one besides Rhodes and Elgar has faced fewer than 200 balls in their centurion efforts: Rhodes 107 for his 101 not out in Moratuwa in August 1993, Elgar 187 for his 103 in Galle in July 2014.

Elgar? He of the chronic, and often much needed, stodgy approach?

Yes, that Elgar, who never faced more than 26 deliveries between boundaries in that innings, went from 40 to 50 in four deliveries — one hit for six, another for four — and reached his ton with a straight six.

The master-blasting Klusener? He spent 219 balls on his 118 not out in Kandy in July 2000.

Amla needed 382 deliveries to make an undefeated 139 in Colombo in 2014 — the most faced by a South African in a Test innings on the Asian island, but also his team’s highest score there.

Only Cullinan has twice reached a hundred for South Africa in Sri Lanka: 102 in Colombo in 1993 and 114 not out in Galle in 2000.

All of which means there is no surefire formula for how to score big in Sri Lanka, where pitches tend to offer fast bowlers even less than in India and the heat and humidity tends to be more sapping than anywhere else in the game.

The most successful non-subcontinental batsmen in Sri Lanka are Alastair Cook, Stephen Fleming and Brian Lara, who have scored three, two and five centuries.

The only point of connection between them is that all three bat left-handed, but they do offer hope for those unfamiliar with the conditions.

Cook has scored more runs in Sri Lanka than Virender Sehwag or Mohammad Azharuddin did, albeit from more innings, while Fleming had more than Azhar Ali, and Lara was ahead of Sourav Ganguly and Misbah-ul-Haq — and Fleming and Lara had fewer trips to the crease than their rivals.  

South Africa could do with a few additions to their Sri Lanka batting honour role in the series of two Tests which starts in Galle on July 12.

Like all teams, Faf du Plessis’ side is a combination of the dashing and the dogged. But the balance would seem to tilted towards the latter, what with Du Plessis, Amla, Elgar and Temba Bavuma likely to share a line-up with the more attacking Aiden Markram and Quinton de Kock.

Fine players, all. Which matters more than anything — in Sri Lanka as much as anywhere else.

Seam will still rule spin for SA in Sri Lanka

TMG Digital

TELFORD VICE in Cape Town

NO spinner has topped the averages or led the wicket-takers in any of the five Test series South Africa have played in Sri Lanka.

But, with South Africa’s fast bowling stocks having taken a hit with Morné Morkel’s retirement and injuries to Kagiso Rabada and Dale Steyn, the slow poisoners might have to shoulder more than their share of the burden when the teams tangle for the sixth time on the Asian island’s slow surfaces in July.

Keshav Maharaj, that means you. The left-armer has played 20 Tests in South Africa, Australia, England, New Zealand and Zimbabwe among his 103 first-class matches.

But only one of those games has been on the subcontinent: Maharaj took 2/13 and 2/79 in a total of 46.3 overs for South Africa A against their India counterparts in Kerala in August 2015.

So the two Tests South Africa will play in Sri Lanka in July loom as both the biggest challenge and the biggest opportunity of his career so far.

If Maharaj brings to the task the calm head and resolute application he has shown to date, he will do what is asked of him and more.

But the rest of Faf du Plessis’ attack remains a work in progress, work that will have to completed in less than three months.

Rabada may make it back from his three-month lay-off with a stress fracture of the lower back in time to play in the series.

Shoulder and heel problems have taken Steyn out of 24 of the 29 Tests South Africa have played since December 2015, and he has been hurt in three of five he has played.

He will hope to prove his fitness in the one-day game and first-class match he is currently set to play — he could yet feature in more — for Hampshire in June.   

Who’s left? South Africa could do worse for a leader of the attack than Vernon Philander, and Lungi Ngidi and Chris Morris are also frontline options.

The cupboard is thus far from bare, which is no bad thing considering the equation of seam and spin South Africa have tried to balance in Sri Lanka in their 25 years of touring there. 

Nicky Boje came the closest to besting South Africa’s quicks there in 2004, when he matched Shaun Pollock’s series haul of 10 wickets.

Thing is, Boje’s average for the rubber was 41.9, or not in the same postal code as Pollock’s 19.4.

Even so, Boje is South Africa’s most successful bowler in Sri Lanka with 25 scalps, but that stands on the shoulders of the fact that he is also the team’s most capped player there. 

Their highest wicket-taker for South Africa in a single series in Sri Lanka is Brett Schultz, who claimed 20 — twice as many as Boje’s best effort — in their first rubber there in August and September 1993.

All that connects Boje and Schultz is that both bowled using their left arms.

Boje was a finger spinner blessed with a tidy action that helped him focus on being a master miser rather than a torrid turner.

Schultz came roaring in to unleash his thunderbolts from an action ragged enough to do him as much damage as the ball could do the batsman.

Boje aside, the other South Africa bowlers who have taken Test wickets going somewhere slowly in Sri Lanka are JP Duminy, Pat Symcox, Paul Adams, Imran Tahir, Daryll Cullinan and Jacques Rudolph.

Make of that varying list what you will, but know that spinners have taken less than a quarter — 23.6% — of all the wickets South Africa have claimed there.

Know, then, that seam rules spin for South Africa, even in Sri Lanka.

Even Maharaj, clever oke that he is, knows that.

The real Morné Morkel, according to Dale Steyn

“An unselfish cricketer is always going to be rated more highly in my book than somebody who had better numbers but played for himself.” – Dale Steyn

Sunday Times

TELFORD VICE in Durban

MILK. You wouldn’t think it could bring together two of the most notable names in the wide world of fast bowling.

Beer? Certainly. Whisky? Yes. Marijuana? No doubt.

Milk? Surely not. But, in Centurion in the spring of 2004, it did.

Daryll Cullinan, the Titans captain, had asked a still uncontracted Dale Steyn to come to pre-season training.

“I got there early because I knew I could use the milk in the changeroom for my Weetbix, because I didn’t have enough money to buy my own milk,” Steyn said this week.

“I walk in and there’s this long, tall, skinny guy. And I go up to him and greet him and I shake his hand.

“Since that day there hasn’t been a day that’s gone by where I haven’t thought, ‘How’s Morné doing?’.”

On Monday, Morné Morkel arrived at that place every elite sportsperson dreads.

It’s the place of no return, where you know it’s over and you announce your retirement.

Morkel has been coming to that place for while. He will arrive there at the end of the test series against Australia, which is scheduled for April 3.

“He’s had to play second fiddle to a lot of guys, whether it was me and Makhaya [Ntini] opening the bowling, and then it was Vernon and myself,” Steyn said.

“When you look at his career and his stats he’s still managed somehow to maintain fantastic averages and do what he did without ever moaning.

“An unselfish cricketer is always going to be rated more highly in my book than somebody who had better numbers but played for himself.”

Steyn counts Morkel as his best friend in cricket, which is evident in the emotion that rises as he speaks of him.

“We’ve been saying things to each other for the last year-and-a-half now, just talking about what our plans are going forward.

“You want to know what your mate’s up to, what his thinking is. Am I thinking the same thing? Because you don’t want to feel alone in the situation.”

Many of those conversations would have been informed by the back injury that kept Morkel out of South Africa’s team from October 2016 to March 2017.

“Everyone said he’ll never play cricket again. He said to me, ‘What do you think?’ And I’m like, ‘Dude, do what’s in your heart. You’ve got to go for it’.”

No-one is more qualified to answer Morkel’s question than Steyn, who has played only seven matches of any description since breaking a shoulder while bowling at the WACA in November 2016.

That followed him fracturing a different bone in the same shoulder at Kingsmead in December 2015. Then, at Newlands in January, he made a mess of his heel.

We think of elite players as exemplary human machines able to do anything. The reality is different. Their bodies work exponentially harder than ours and are exposed to greater risks more frequently. Calamity follows them like a mugger down an alley.

Morkel and Steyn know this from bitter experience, as does Mark Boucher, whose career was ended by a bail that cartwheeled into his left eye on an otherwise ordinary day in Taunton in July 2012.

Steyn shared Morkel’s dark thought after his second shoulder injury: “I got hold of ‘Bouch’ and said, ‘I don’t know if I’m ever going to be able to play cricket again’.”

Titans coach Boucher’s reply, as relayed by Steyn, offers a precious glimpse into vulnerability not often seen outside the dressingroom.

“He’s like, ‘I’m telling you you can play again, and if you do play you can come and play for me because you helped me through that period’.”

These men are not alone. They have each other.

Time for commentators to put their mouths where the money is

It’s difficult to believe anyone listens to television commentary.

Times SELECT

TELFORD VICE in Cape Town

SO, what’s it like to be a sportswriter? There are as many answers to the question as, you would think, there are sportswriters.

Here’s this sportswriter’s standard response, which he has had many more occasions than he could count to trot out in the past 26 years — it’s much better than a real job.

After those 26 years, which were preceded by several all too real jobs and interrupted by a sorry segue into the degrading unreality that is television, easily the worst job he’s ever had, it remains true.

At least it does for this sportswriter. As long, that is, as we’re not talking about making money, of which there is ever less in an industry eager to publish bloggy crap in lieu of journalism as long as it’s offered for free.

But there’s another answer to the question that’s right up there with the original — as a sportswriter, you don’t have to hear the television commentators.

Mind the difference between hear — which is often beyond our control, as in hearing traffic — and listen — a choice we make to lend someone our something our ears.

Put up in the pressbox, where televisions are either muted or at the lowest volume, or snug with the sideline, where the surround sound commentary would be too blue for television, sportswriters are embalmed against this irritating irrelevance.

So much so that it’s difficult to believe anyone listens to commentary. They might have to hear it, not least because watching a game on a mute television evokes the weirdness of sensory deprivation. And, yes, this sportswriter has tried that; more than once.

But listen to it? Why? The only possible reason is if the commentator is going to tell you something you can’t see for yourself.

In this sportswriter’s experience, which stretches back thousands of television hours and more than 40 years, that happy state has been achieved in a meaningful sense only once.

The broadcast of a Currie Cup match at Ellis Park was graced by the presence in the commentary box of James Small, who solved the mystery of an especially odd bounce of the ball by explaining that that spot of turf dipped below the level of the rest of the field, who told of which shards of wind blew through which gaps in the stands and did what to the airborne ball, who made it all wonderfully real for the viewer.

He spoke in words of high definition picture quality, using language that helped you smell the Deep Heat in the dressingroom itself.

Alas, Small’s commentary career, if it was ever that, was never cleared for take-off. It wouldn’t be a struggle to believe he was doomed by his own excellence, which put the mediocrities ranged around him in a poor light.

There have been other, less striking but more enduring examples of the holy grail Small found with little apparent effort.

Bill McLaren would come up with gems like, “And the father of four from Pontypool goes crashing into the loose scrum …”

But by the time he ventured into a commentary box McLaren had fought a war — he never shook the memory of happening on a heap of 1 500 corpses in Italy — and been denied his own international career by tuberculosis, which almost killed him.

He added richly to the experience of watching a rugby match because he knew the game itself mattered little, that it was something to be celebrated and not a lot else, that he was part of a grand carnival. He knew, and appreciated, that he didn’t have a real job.

Richie Benaud was dispassionate reason itself. So much so that he was what every other television type tries, and fails, to be: a journalist.

Thing is, Benaud was indeed a journalist — a police reporter and sport columnist — before he retired as a player. He was the real thing amid fakery, and that helped him tell his stories arrow straight. When Benaud spoke, you believed.

For McLaren and Benaud life beyond the boundary was more important than what happened within it, just like it is to the rest of us. James small, too, had his run-ins with reality.

Michael Holding merits an honourable exception. Regardless of whether you agreed with his assessment of the Wanderers surface for the third test against India as a “shit pitch”, you knew what the man thought.

But Holding went from a stellar career as a fast bowler, which ended at international level in 1987, to owning a petrol station in downtown Kingston, Jamaica until 1996.

The station was pointed out by a taxi driver to this sportswriter as we rattled past it in 1992, when it was abundantly obvious that it took a strong person to own anything in downtown Kingston.

But what is life to a generation of commentators who have gone from elite schools to illustrious playing careers to television studios? How do they relate their reality to that of their audiences’?

They don’t. Instead they prattle on anodynely, making sure not to say anything that would endanger their bosses’ status as rightsholders.

Controversy is not allowed. And controversy is what the suits say it is.

HD Ackerman and Danny Morrison were sacked as Indian Premier League commentators for daring to describe Virat Kohli as “a captain in waiting” during MS Dhoni’s tenure at India’s helm.

Daryll Cullinan was fired for saying South Africa had delivered “the worst fielding performance I’ve ever seen”.

Remember, gentle reader and viewer, that sport in the television age is bought and paid for like any other consumer product in deals that stretch beyond the limits of the field of play. There are no honest brokers in commentary boxes.

High time, isn’t it, that how much broadcasters pay for rights is revealed in the same way that we know how much a football club pays for its stars? Then we’ll know how much it’s worth to their commentators to toe the line.

Let’s hear them put their mouths where their money is.