Essay On My Aim In Life To Become Cricketer Sir

Indian Cricket Team – How to Select It?

June 8, 2013

by Samudranil

It is the birthright of every Indian cricket fan to hold the selector responsible for any debacle suffered by the national cricket team. It always seems that the selectors are more to blame for the fact that the team played poorly than the players themselves.

The first question in such a scenario is why was a certain player chosen and why was a certain player not chosen. Every Indian cricket fan worth his salt can say that he will pick a better team than what was chosen by the selectors and quite often when you hear them you have to marvel at their judgment.

However, criticizing selectors is not my intention over here. The main thing is that there has to be a proper system put in place that is satisfactory for all involved including the fans. The general strategy in India, and for that matter in most of the second tier teams, is to pick a talented player and blood him straight in the national team.

Well, in my opinion, such a step is always fraught with risk as a poor performance can destroy the lad’s confidence for good. This is where a properly graded structure can come into play.

The step up, or rather the process of preparing the player for international cricket, has to start from the academy level. India already has the National Cricket Academy, located in Bengaluru.

This is where the young guns, who are performing well in domestic cricket have to be taken in and prepared on hard and bouncy wickets, which is where international games are played. Mind you this is applicable for both bowlers and batsmen.

The NCA can be the place where techniques are honed, minds are sharpened and the player becomes ready for the next level. If any cricketer is unable to perform, they need to be sent back to their state teams and encouraged to perform well and try and make a comeback. The remaining players need to be shortlisted for ‘A team’ duties.

In my blog post yesterday, I had argued about the need for arranging regular ‘A team’ trips. India already plays as a regular participant in the Emerging Players Tournament in Australia, which is an annual fixture. This is a positive step indeed but I would also like the team accompanying the senior team as a shadow squad on their overseas tours especially in countries like South Africa, Australia, England, New Zealand and also the West Indies.

This will help the team get some much needed exposure and feel an integral part of the whole set up. In case India does not have an overseas trip in a year, the team can be sent to any of the above mentioned countries for some matches with their ‘A teams’.

The next step is pretty simple. If a player is unable to perform well in the national team you ask that person to sweat it out for the ‘A team’ and replace him with someone from the ‘A team’. For a player who has already represented the national team, this will be a major challenge and he will be highly motivated to get his spot back and this will only be good news for the concerned team.

If the player is unable to be perform in the ‘A team’ , they should not be chucked out altogether as is the wont of selectors around the world, who are always looking to usher in the new era. The player needs to be sent to the NCA so that he can work on his game and find his way back up again.

The important thing is that the player needs to be kept in the loop so that they do not lose their way and the early promise does not wither away. It is important that they are assured that they are part of the system and every bit as important as the person who took their place.

Quite often with the right support any athlete can exceed expectations and do unbelievable stuff for his or her team. That watering has to go on so that the plant can become a full-fledged tree.


The game of cricket has inspired much poetry, most of which romanticises the sport and its culture.

Poems[edit]

At Lord's[edit]

Francis Thompson wrote the following poem, At Lord's:

It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk,
Though my own red roses there may blow;
It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk,
Though the red roses crest the caps, I know.
For the field is full of shades as I near a shadowy coast,
And a ghostly batsman plays to the bowling of a ghost,
And I look through my tears on a soundless-clapping host
As the run stealers flicker to and fro,
To and fro:
O my Hornby and my Barlow long ago !
It's Glo'ster coming North, the irresistible,
The Shire of the Graces, long ago!
It's Gloucestershire up North, the irresistible,
And new-risen Lancashire the foe!
A Shire so young that has scarce impressed its traces,
Ah, how shall it stand before all-resistless Graces ?
O, little red rose, their bats are as maces
To beat thee down, this summer long ago !
This day of seventy-eight they are come up north against thee
This day of seventy-eight long ago!
The champion of the centuries, he cometh up against thee,
With his brethren, every one a famous foe!
The long-whiskered Doctor, that laugheth the rules to scorn,
While the bowler, pitched against him, bans the day he was born;
And G.F. with his science makes the fairest length forlorn;
They are come from the West to work thee woe!
It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk,
Though my own red roses there may blow;
It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk,
Though the red roses crest the caps, I know.
For the field is full of shades as I near a shadowy coast,
And a ghostly batsman plays to the bowling of a ghost,
And I look through my tears on a soundless-clapping host
As the run stealers flicker to and fro,
To and fro:
O my Hornby and my Barlow long ago !

Not long before his death and long after he had watched Hornby and Barlow bat at Old Trafford, Thompson was invited to watch Lancashire play Middlesex at Lord's. As the day of the match grew closer, Thompson became increasingly nostalgic. At the end, he did not go for the match, but sat at home and wrote At Lord's. The original match in 1878 ended in a draw, with Gloucestershire needing 111 to win with five wickets in hand, Grace 58* [1]

The first stanza of the poem has contributed the titles of at least three books on cricket:

  • G. D. Martineau'sThe field is full of shades[2]
  • Eric Midwinter's history of Lancashire cricket Red roses crest the caps[3]
  • R. H. Young'sField Full of Shades. A personal history of Claverham (Yatton) Cricket Club.

The first stanza is also quoted in full by Count Bronowsky in Paul Scott's Raj Quartet novel, The Day of the Scorpion.

Punch on William Scotton[edit]

The satirical magazine Punch printed the following poem following a particularly slow and boring innings by William Scotton. It mimicked Tennyson's famous "Break, break, break".

Block, block, block
At the foot of thy wicket, O Scotton!
And I would that my tongue would utter
My boredom. You won't put the pot on!
Oh, nice for the bowler, my boy,
That each ball like a barndoor you play!
Oh, nice for yourself, I suppose,
That you stick at the wicket all day!
And the clock's slow hands go on,
And you still keep up your sticks;
But oh! for the lift of a smiting hand,
And the sound of a swipe for six!
Block, block, block,
At the foot of thy wicket, ah do!
But one hour of Grace or Walter Read
Were worth a week of you!

Alfred Mynn[edit]

When Alfred Mynn died in 1861, William Jeffrey Prowse penned a poem in his memory. The first six stanzas compare Mynn with his contemporaries and the poem closes with these lines:

With his tall and stately presence, with his nobly moulded form,
His broad hand was ever open, his brave heart was ever warm;
All were proud of him, all loved him. As the changing seasons pass,
As our champion lies a-sleeping underneath the Kentish grass,
Proudly, sadly will we name him – to forget him were a sin.
Lightly lie the turf upon thee, kind and manly Alfred Mynn !

Les Murray[edit]

The Australian poet Les Murray wrote The Aboriginal Cricketer:

Good-looking young man
in your Crimean shirt
with your willow shield
up, as if to face spears,
you're inside their men's Law,
one church they do obey;
they'll remember you were here.
Keep fending off their casts.
Don't come out of character.
Like you they suspect
idiosyncrasy of witchcraft.
Above all, don't get out
too easily, and have to leave here
where all missiles are just leather
and come from one direction.
Keep it noble. Keep it light.

Others[edit]

One of the most famous pieces of nostalgic rose-tinted poems is Vitai Lampada by Sir Henry Newbolt.

There's a breathless hush in the Close tonight –
Ten to make and the match to win –
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of the ribboned coat,
Or the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote –
'Play up ! play up ! and play the game !'
The sand of the Desert is sodden red –
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; –
The Gatling's jammed and the Colonel's dead,
And the regiment's blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed its banks,
And England's far, and Honour a name,
But the voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks:
'Play up ! play up ! and play the game !'
This is the world that year by year,
While in her place the school is set,
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with joyful mind
Bear through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind –
'Play up ! play up ! and play the game !'

The very short "A Cricket Poem" by Harold Pinter encapsulates the mood and nostalgia common to lovers of cricket:

I saw Len Hutton in his prime,
Another time,
another time.

Andrew Lang's cricketing parody of Ralph Waldo Emerson's "Brahma" is memorable:

If the wild bowler thinks he bowls,
Or if the batsman thinks he's bowled,
They know not, poor misguided souls,
They too shall perish unconsoled.
I am the batsman and the bat,
I am the bowler and the ball,
The umpire, the pavilion cat,
The roller, pitch, and stumps, and all.

Roy Harper's song "When an Old Cricketer Leaves the Crease" (1975) is perhaps the best-known cricket lyric in contemporary popular music:

When an old cricketer leaves the crease, you never know whether he's gone,
If sometimes you're catching a fleeting glimpse, of a twelfth man at silly mid-on.
And it could be Geoff, and it could be John,
With a new ball sting in his tail.
And it could be me, and it could be thee,
And it could be the sting in the ale.........sting in the ale.
(partial)

Roy Harper also penned a poem for English cricketer Graeme Fowler's benefit event. Three Hundred Words.

I remember Pat Tetley,
and romping in grass
- that was tall –
at the back of the cricket field,
trying to catch glimpses
of knickers and ass,
whilst over the fence
the crowd yelled, ooh-ed and roared,
as Ramadhin, Weekes and Frank Worrell all scored...
(partial)

Miscellaneous verses[edit]

The Surrey Poet on Jack Hobbs[edit]

Albert Craig, better known as The Surrey Poet was a popular figure at The Oval at the end of the 19th and beginning of the 20th century, hawking his rapidly improvised verses to the crowd. Of Jack Hobbs' County Championship debut he wrote:

Joy reigned in the Pavilion,
And gladness 'mongst his clan
While thousands breathed good wishes round the ring;
Admirers dubbed the youngster
As Surrey's coming man;
In Jack Hobbs' play they saw the genuine ring.
'Twas well worth going to see
Illustrious Hayward's smile,
While Razor Smith and Walter Lees
Cheered with the rank and file.

Victory Calypso[edit]

Lord Beginner sings Victory Calypso

At Lord's in 1950, West Indies defeated England in England for the first time. Egbert Moore, who sang under the pseudonym Lord Beginner, popularized the most famous of cricketing calypsos to celebrate the occasion. He was accompanied by Calypso Rhythm Kings, 'supervision' by Denis Preston. It was recorded on the 'Melodisc' (1133) label (MEL 20). The song was originally composed by Lord Kitchener.

The Victory Calypso also immortalised the spin bowling pair of Sonny Ramadhin and Alf Valentine. The calypso begins thus:

Cricket lovely Cricket,
At Lord's where I saw it;
Cricket lovely Cricket,
At Lord's where I saw it;
Yardley tried his best
But Goddard won the Test.
They gave the crowd plenty fun;
Second Test and West Indies won.

Chorus: With those two little pals of mine

Ramadhin and Valentine.

The Ashes (Australia vs MCC 1954-55)[edit]

Lord Kitchener sings The Ashes (Australia vs MCC 1955)

Tyson taught them a lesson that can't be forgotten,
Tyson taught them a lesson that can't be forgotten,
We began quietly, but we came back with victory,
Good captaincy from Len Hutton, but the honours must go to Typhoon Tyson.

Australia's tragedy, it began at Sydney,
Magnificent Tyson, had their batsmen beaten,
He went on to give us, a victory for Christmas,
Good captaincy from Len Hutton, but the honours must go to Typhoon Tyson.

More shocks for Australia, the Melbourne disaster,
As Favell got going, his wicket went tumbling,
We got them out cheaply, and score second victory,
Good captaincy from Len Hutton, but the honours must go to Typhoon Tyson.

The bowling was so good, it remind them of Larwood,
Magnificent Tyson finished with seven for twenty-seven,
They had no excuses, we regained the Ashes,
Good captaincy from Len Hutton, but the honours must go to Typhoon Tyson.

Gavaskar Calypso[edit]

Lord Relator (born Willard Harris) wrote the 'Gavaskar Calypso' to celebrate Gavaskar’s first Test series, in West Indies in 1970–71. This was voted at No. 68 at a 'Calypso of the Century' poll (Victory Calypso didn't feature in the list). [4]

The most famous part of the Gavaskar Calypso is the one that describes how he batted like a wall :

It was Gavaskar
The real master
Just like a wall
We couldn't out Gavaskar at all
Not at all
You know the West Indies couldn't out Gavaskar at all.

A E Housman[edit]

Cricket features, albeit briefly, in this late-Victorian poet's most famous collection of somewhat gloomy poems, "A Shropshire Lad", published in 1896 and never out-of-print since then. Poem XVII reads:

Twice a week the winter thorough
Here stood I to keep the goal:
Football then was fighting sorrow
For the young man’s soul.
Now in Maytime to the wicket
Out I march with bat and pad:
See the son of grief at cricket
Trying to be glad.
Try I will; no harm in trying:
Wonder ’tis how little mirth
Keeps the bones of man from lying
On the bed of earth.

10cc "Dreadlock Holiday"[edit]

10CC sing Dreadlock Holiday with lyrics

"Dreadlock Holiday" is probably the most well-known pop song to mention cricket. 10cc's hit single reached number 1 in the UK in 1978. However, the song has only a tenuous connection with cricket, mentioning it in the chorus, "I don't like cricket, oh no, I love it"

Duckworth Lewis Method[edit]

The group The Duckworth Lewis Method have released two concept albums about cricket.

Poetry books[edit]

  • A Breathless Hush: The MCC Anthology of Cricket Verse, by Hubert Doggart and David Rayvern Allen (2004)
  • Come Shane, by Victoria Coverdale (Make Jam Press, 2006) ISBN 0-9802963-0-7. A poetic tribute to Shane Warne from a female admirer and how her world changed when "that" ball was delivered.
  • A Tingling Catch: A Century of New Zealand Cricket Poems 1864–2009, edited by Mark Pirie (Wellington, N.Z.: HeadworX Publishers). ISBN 978-0-473-16872-8. First anthology of New Zealand cricket poems.

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