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A Tribute to Steve Waugh by Sidharth Monga
A New South Welshman calls a press conference
in Sydney and announces that the upcoming series
is going to be his last in international
cricket.
Miles away in India, an orphan house’s
atmosphere turns morose. Visibly sad children
pick up papers and pens to write letters to
their beloved ‘Steve Da’.
Moving to the western extremes of India, in a
border town of Rajasthan, a writer not
privileged enough to write a letter to the man,
just throws his head back on his couch and
almost inadvertently takes a ride down the
memory lane.
In an isolated corner of his mind, the writer
sees a young man, roughly his age today, sitting
dejected after scores of 0 & 1 at the Eden Park
and taking a verbal bashing from John Bracewell;
wondering if this was what he had worked so hard
for. His day would surely come.
Suddenly, Headingley comes to the writer’s
mind, which is the venue where this New South
Welshman started making serious impressions,
first as a batsman and years later, as a
skipper.
Those frustrated bouncers, which hit a batter
alright but couldn’t shake a heart, seem so
helpless in the replays played in the writer’s
mind.
Those intimidating fast bowlers come back to
the mind, bowlers that moved closer and closer
to a batsman searching for a confrontation or at
least an eye contact but were always greeted by
the dogged batsman’s back.
A red handkerchief dangling carelessly from a
pocket; a man who got so soaked up by a test
match win that he woke up in his whites, batting
shoes and the ‘Baggygreen’; a rookie bowling the
49th over of a World Cup final and giving just 2
runs away; a skipper saying “We only need to win
all the remaining matches to be the world
champs” and doing that; a man scoring a century
on one leg; a torn and battered ‘Baggygreen’
gracing a battle-hardened head; some surly
cynics who disappeared every time they were
disproved by the very same man; and all of a
sudden, the writer realises he could write a
book on the man.
Alas! He has only 4 matches left in his career.
The mood turns somber and the writer calls his
editor and tells him he is going to relive that
New South Welshman’s career in six or seven
separate pieces scattered over the length of the
series which is his swan song.
Those intimidating fast bowlers come back to
the mind, bowlers that moved closer and closer
to a batsman searching for a confrontation or at
least an eye contact but were always greeted by
the dogged batsman’s back.
A red handkerchief dangling carelessly from a
pocket; a man who got so soaked up by a test
match win that he woke up in his whites, batting
shoes and the ‘Baggygreen’; a rookie bowling the
49th over of a World Cup final and giving just 2
runs away; a skipper saying “We only need to win
all the remaining matches to be the world
champs” and doing that; a man scoring a century
on one leg; a torn and battered ‘Baggygreen’
gracing a battle-hardened head; some surly
cynics who disappeared every time they were
disproved by the very same man; and all of a
sudden, the writer realises he could write a
book on the man.
Alas! He has only 4 matches left in his career.
The mood turns somber and the writer calls his
editor and tells him he is going to relive that
New South Welshman’s career in six or seven
separate pieces scattered over the length of the
series which is his swan song.
This call from Steve is very uncharacteristic
and at the same time, so very typical of him. I
call this uncharacteristic because I can’t
believe he is not having another crack at the
‘Final Frontier’. Ironically, I call this
typical of him because on the surface, he is
just 515 runs and 3 centuries short of reaching
the pinnacle of test batting; of being the
highest run and century getter of all time, a
time when an ordinary man would have continued
as long as the selectors allowed, all just for
the heck of it; and normally, the selectors
would have obliged such a legend. Then again
Steve hasn’t been all about records; records
have come just as by-products.
Steve Waugh, the winningest captain, the highest
centurion for Australia, the second highest
run-getter in the world, the most capped player
in the world; and all these are only
by-products. Yes I daresay these are only
by-products, by-products to the
single-mindedness, deep commitment, hatred of
losing, articulate planning, a tough mind and
above all a big heart.
Besides not giving overdue attention to personal
milestones, by deciding to retire in January, he
has issued himself another challenge that if he
wants those records, he better go get them now.
Over the years, Steve has been all about setting
himself challenges and achieving them
successfully. Who can, after 19 years of
astonishment, rule out the chances of Steve
getting both of those records in the upcoming
series?
There’s only so much that can be said in one
piece, there’s only so much numbers can
represent, there’s only so much words can
convey, the contributions of Waugh senior,
contributions to cricket and life in general,
will always stay undermined when put into words.
If you have been a follower of his for a decent
length of time, no matter where you go, a pair
of cold, steely eyes will follow you, inspiring
you; motivating you and telling you, “Never rule
out miracles, rather make them happen”.
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