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A gentleman champion of timeless steel and dignity

A whole strand of the game - a rich vein that runs through cricket's poetic heart - departs the scene with one of the all-time great No. 3s

Ed Smith

March 13, 2012

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Rahul Dravid bats, Kent Spitfires v Yorkshire Phoenix, Norwich Union Division One, St. Lawrence Ground, Canterbury, Kent
Dravid turns out for the Kent Spitfires in 2000 © Getty Images
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When Rahul Dravid walked into the dressing room of the St Lawrence ground in Canterbury on a cold spring morning, you could tell he was different from all the others. He did not swagger with cockiness or bristle with macho competitiveness. He went quietly round the room, shaking the hand of every Kent player - greeting everyone the same, from the captain to the most junior. It was not the mannered behaviour of a seasoned overseas professional; it was the natural courtesy of a real gentleman. We met a special human being first, an international cricketer second.

The cricketer was pretty good, too. Dravid joined Kent for the 2000 season, and I spent much of it at number four, coming in one after Dravid (not that he was the departing batsman very often). That meant I had some wonderful opportunities to bat alongside the player who became the highest scoring No. 3 of all time.

What did I learn? I learnt that real toughness takes many different forms. Dravid could appear shy and slightly vulnerable off the pitch; in the middle, you sensed a depth of resilience. Many overseas players liked to set themselves apart from the county pros - as though they had to swear more loudly and clap their hands more violently to prove that international cricketers were tougher than the rest. Not Dravid. He never paraded his toughness - it emerged between the lines of his performances. Instead, he always talked about learning, about gathering new experiences - as though his cricketing education wasn't complete, as though there were many more strands of his craft to hone. His journey, you could tell, was driven by self-improvement.

One word has attached itself to Dravid wherever he has gone: gentleman. The word is often misunderstood. Gentlemanliness is not mere surface charm - the easy lightness of confident sociability. Far from it: the real gentleman doesn't run around flattering everyone in sight, he makes sure he fulfils his duties and obligations without drawing attention to himself or making a fuss. Gentlemanliness is as much about restraint as it is about appearances. Above all, a gentleman is not only courteous, he is also constant: always the same, whatever the circumstances or the company.

In that sense, Dravid is a true gentleman. Where many sportsmen flatter to deceive, Dravid runs deep. He is a man of substance, morally serious and intellectually curious. For all his understatement, he couldn't fail to convey those qualities to anyone who watched him properly.

 
 
He was restrained in celebration, just as he was restrained in disappointment - exactly as the true gentleman should be. And yet his emotional self-control co-existed with fierce competitiveness and national pride
 

I last bumped into Dravid late last year at a charity dinner at the Sydney Cricket Ground. He was the same as he always has been - warm, self-deprecating, curious about the lives of others. As ever, he made a point of asking about my parents - their health and happiness - although he has never met them. Family and friendship, you sense, are central to his life and his values.

In the q&a that followed his speech, one answer got close to the core of his personality. What motivated him still, after all these years and so many runs? Dravid said that as a schoolboy, he remembered many kids who had at least as much desire to play professional cricket as he did - they attended every camp and net session, no matter what the cost or the difficulty of getting there. But you could tell - from just one ball bowled or one shot played - that they simply didn't have the talent to make it. He knew he was different. "I was given a talent to play cricket," Dravid explained. "I don't know why I was given it. But I was. I owe it to all those who wish it had been them to give of my best, every day."

What a brilliant inversion of the usual myth told by professional sportsmen: that they had unexceptional talent and made it to the top only because they worked harder. Dravid spoke the truth. Yes, he worked hard. But the hard work was driven by the desire to give full expression to a God-given talent.

On the field, what set Dravid apart was a rare combination of technical excellence, mental toughness and emotional restraint. He was restrained in celebration, just as he was restrained in disappointment - exactly as the true gentleman should be. And yet his emotional self-control co-existed with fierce competitiveness and national pride.

Dravid has single-handedly disproved the absurd argument that tantrums and yobbishness are a sign of "how much you care" or, worse still, "how much you want it". Dravid was rarely outdone in terms of hunger or passion. And he was never outdone in terms of behaviour or dignity. Those twin aspects of his personality - the dignified human being and the passionate competitor - ran alongside each other, the one never allowed to interfere with the other. He knew where the boundaries were, in life and in cricket.

I am an optimist by nature. I do not think that sport is perpetually declining from some mythical golden age. But sometimes I cannot avoid the sense that a certain type of sportsman is an increasingly endangered species. I have that feeling now, as Dravid declares his innings closed. No longer will he take guard with that familiar hint of politeness, even deference. No longer will he raise his bat to the crowd as if he is genuinely thanking them for their applause - the bat tilted outwards in acknowledgement of the supporters, not just waved frantically in an orgy of personal celebration. No longer will he stand at first slip, concise and precise in his movements - a cricketer first, an athlete second. No longer will the high Dravid back-swing and meticulous footwork link this generation with the great technicians of the past.

It would be nice to argue that no cricketer is irreplaceable, that sport is defined by continuity rather than full stops, that there will soon be another Dravid, another champion cricketer of timeless steel and dignity. But I don't think there will be. I think Dravid will be remembered as the last in a great tradition of batsmen whose instincts and temperament were perfectly suited to Test match cricket. It is not an exaggeration to say that a whole strand of the game - a rich vein that runs through the game's poetic heart - departs the scene with India's greatest ever No. 3. Playing Twenty20 cricket won't teach anyone to become the next Rahul Dravid.

In years to come, perhaps too late, we may realise what we have lost: the civility, craft and dignity that Dravid brought to every cricket match in which he played.

Former England, Kent and Middlesex batsman Ed Smith's new book, Luck - What It Means and Why It Matters, is published in March 2012. His Twitter feed is here

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Posted by Vnket on (March 16, 2012, 23:54 GMT)

This is very well written and it certainly requires a gentleman to recognize another one. Rahul was a old school warrior for India. He deserves his rest. Thank you Rahul

Posted by Quick_Single on (March 16, 2012, 22:00 GMT)

Ed, a fitting tribute. Eloquent and apt. High quality writing. Thank you.

Posted by   on (March 16, 2012, 3:27 GMT)

Thank You Mr Smith. You are a true gentleman yourself that is why you could write this article on Mr Dravid. I played cricket in my school days & in my college days in India and I played this game because of my Hero Rahul Dravid.I have never met him but I have always learnt to be nice as Human from him. There may be other greats in the game but rarely I know a cricketer of his quality in & off the field. Thank you so much for the way you played your game of Cricket.

Posted by Kurupvj on (March 16, 2012, 3:05 GMT)

Dear Smith, Thank you for this wonderful article, words that came right from ur heart. I read this about 5 times, and would not mind reading it again. A rich tribute to a man who deserves it. A true legend and above all a true gentleman. I have never been a cricket fanatic but always admired Rahul Dravid as a cricketer and as a person. He took the game to a different level with his techniques and approach to the game. It hurts when I realise that we cannot see him batting for India again. For everyone Sachin may be the ultimate cricketer but to me Dravid is/was n always will be miles n miles ahead of him.I respect you and will miss you Dravid.

Posted by Biophysicist on (March 15, 2012, 12:42 GMT)

Dear Mr. Smith: I did not know about you before reading this article (my fault, not yours). Reading it not only reinforced my respect for Dravid as the most significant cricketer of India overall, but also developed a respect for you and your writing. Your description of the qualities that constitute a gentleman, make a wonderfully worded definition of the word. Thank you very much.

Posted by   on (March 15, 2012, 12:09 GMT)

I looked through all the comments to find one negative word about Dravid, and failed. There is nothing more that can be said about Dravid which has not been said by Ed! All that we hapless fans can say is that Dravid brought us moments of pure joy on many occasions. The defining Dravid moment for me is the one where he removed his cap and kissed the India crest, while he was running the winning run in Adelaide in 2004. A man who loved playing for his country most. A man who represented class, guts and glory in an era dominated by sheer crass!

Here's why I owe Dravid. In 2001, I went to see my father one June evening as he and he was watching an ODI between India & Zimbabwe on TV. Dravid hit a century and India won. My Dad was very happy. Unfortunately, boss called me and I had to rush to office without even saying a proper Bye to my father. Early next morning he passed away. Dravid made my Dad's last day in this life a great one and he died happy. What more can I say!!

Posted by   on (March 15, 2012, 0:54 GMT)

A very nice artilcle on RAHUL DRAVID. Perhaps it is the best article about DRAVID I have read so far. It is very close to the reality. The writer describes Dravid as he really is.A gentleman. having a fire in his eyes and in his heart to make Opposition teams crawling for WIN. He is really a masterpiece.And I believe that an era of Technical Batting in world Cricket has been over with him.He is the finest example of DECENCY and NOBILITY in CRICKET WORLD. He has really defined the gentleman ship off field in a different way.On field he was always as flamboyant as any other of his counterparts were.Merely hitting Sixers and boundaries is not a flamboyancy. I believe that the tough resilience for his wicket is a real flamboyancy and in this art DRVID was the BEST jewel of the lot.I wish him all the best for his family and his next assignments.

Posted by Aniruddha31 on (March 14, 2012, 21:28 GMT)

He was my role model throughout my school days. Truly a sporting great

Posted by   on (March 14, 2012, 20:20 GMT)

a wonderful piece of writing.CONGRATS! i could watch him bat all day long. there was always a sense of stability, class and craftsmanship when he would be in the middle. i absolutely adore this guy and he will always be in my top 5 cricketers list. many thanks Mr Dravid for all those memorable innings and the way you showed the world that you dont have to be a bully or over aggressive to tame the opposition. a RIGHT ROLE MODEL......... BEST WISHES!!!

Posted by Manuu on (March 14, 2012, 19:40 GMT)

I remember somewhere around 1999 I was at Uni in Aus and I saw Dravid and Agarkar around The Rocks in Sydney and I called out to Dravid. He shook my hand like a gentleman. I dont know the man but here's my salute to the cricketer who provided us with some of the best test cricket you will ever see in a generation or two.

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