February 6, 2013

The fickle finger of franchise favour

Andrew Hughes
Glenn Maxwell and Usman Khawaja at the nets, Sydney, January 2, 2012
"Look, that blade of grass is calling my name. I must be a born cricketer"  © Getty Images
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On the whole, I think reality television has not had a beneficial effect on human civilisation. There's only so many times you can watch the desperate efforts of inadequate fellow homo sapiens to crawl a few inches higher up the blasted slopes of Mount Fame, an ascent for which it appears many of them would sell their bodies, their families and their last shred of human dignity, before you begin to warm to sociopathy as a way of life.

Cricket is not immune to this virus. We may not yet ask our captains to participate in a dance-off during the lunch interval or a live-cockroach-eating duel to settle drawn Tests, but every year a number of nervous, trembling cricketers are gathered together for the cruel but dreadfully compelling reality event known as the IPL auction.

Many are called, or rather, many have their agents call, but few are chosen, and those who are chosen are often chosen for no immediately apparent reason. Maybe Player A is in luck because the owner of the Bangalore Headbutts is trying to assemble a squad full of players whose names begin with vowels. Perhaps Player B gets the nod because the PR department of the Chennai Canary Catapaulters thinks he'll look lovely in yellow.

Aside from the physical absence of the contestants (although how long before we see players parade one at a time like hopeful beauty queens?) the auction has all the ingredients of a really persistent reality franchise. There's a sprinkling of proper celebrities, a cast of plucky unknowns, and the return of some old favourites you thought had retired. There's the large cash prizes for the winners. And there's the tug of painful playground memories.

Anyone who has ever stood awkwardly in a dwindling row, affecting nonchalance as two captains whittle down the mass of the possibles to the unfit, the uncoordinated, and the undesirables, knows how those IPL auctionees feel. You can imagine them, in hotels, in dressing rooms, in taxis, tuning in to hear the auctioneer call their name, a little boy's voice screaming in their heads, "Pick me! Pick me! What about me!"

Poor Ravi Bopara has been up to the auctions many times, and on nearly every occasion he has trailed back home, dragging his Kings XI scarf behind him, red-eyed, sniffling, telling anyone who'll listen that he doesn't like the stupid IPL anyway, so there. Just like school, it's not fair. The fickle finger of franchise favour points, but not at you, and having pointed, moves on, usually to another Australian you've never heard of.

This year it was the saviour of Australian cricket himself, Mr Glenn Maxwell, who scooped the big prize, trousering a million dollars from the Mumbai Indians. He has potential, but does he have a million dollars' worth of potential? Perhaps. He certainly has an instinctive grasp of the concept of self publicity. This is what he said ahead of last year's World Twenty20:

"I feel like I can be that flair that Australia really wants to see. That could mean a run-out, a brilliant catch, a breakthrough wicket with the ball or big hitting. I'm really embracing that 'x-factor' tag. I don't really have too many doubts; I don't think I'm going to try to back down any time soon either."

He scored eight runs. (I'm not sure whether he backed down at any stage, and Statsguru doesn't have any stats on the number of existential doubts a player experiences per tournament). But it didn't do his auctionworthiness any harm. Other players take note: self-deprecation may be good for the soul, but if you want to shine at the IPL beauty pageant, you have to sell yourself. And it wouldn't hurt to mention world peace.

Andrew Hughes is a writer currently based in England

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Posted by krazycric on (February 7, 2013, 9:50 GMT)

Haha great article... the last line takes the cake: "And it wouldn’t hurt to mention world peace." Just like beauty queens making pointless claims about bringing world peace if they win the competition!!!

Posted by Saad Aftab on (February 7, 2013, 5:58 GMT)

I'm not an Aussie but I get the impression that Australians feel the same about G Maxwell as they did about Steve Irwin the Croc Hunter. Its one thing to pick an unknown you feel can deliver for a cheap price, but parting with a million dollars for Maxwell is a punt that rarely pays off considering V Kumar went for a million last time around i think and R Jadeja went for 2 million. we all know how that turned out.

Posted by Webba on (February 7, 2013, 4:10 GMT)

Maxwell's prominence is a nightmare for Australian Cricket fans. There is not one of us who doesn't wish reverently that he would just stop embarrassing our country and go away.

Posted by Si on (February 7, 2013, 2:18 GMT)

Nice one Andrew, As a Victorian I cringe at Maxwell's strident claims of untapped brillance. Little wonder his teammates tag him 'The Big Show'. You can only believe he has an audio book of the complete works of Kevin Pieterson running while he sleeps. We will keep our fingers crossed that his actual career pans out the way his virtual career has suggested to him. Early indications suggest less like KP more like Robert Croft. Maybe more time on the training track and less with the Cricket Australia Virtual Reality High Performance Manager in charge of Ego Development.

Posted by TD_160 on (February 6, 2013, 19:30 GMT)

Hahaha! Talking big and delivering nothing. I'm sure he'll fit right in in India.

Posted by Aditya on (February 6, 2013, 16:01 GMT)

Wow that is what he really said? Cool.

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Andrew Hughes
Andrew Hughes is a writer and avid cricket watcher who has always retained a healthy suspicion of professional sportsmen, and like any right-thinking person rates Neville Cardus more highly than Don Bradman. His latest book is available here and here @hughandrews73

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