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In praise of Amla

South Africa's No. 3 has joined the likes of Laxman, Gower and Jayawardene among the most stylish of modern batsmen

Rob Steen

April 4, 2012

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Hashim Amla cuts as debutant keeper Kruger van Wyk looks on, New Zealand v South Africa, 1st Test, Dunedin, 1st day, March 7, 2012
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It is time for heavy hearts. The Age of Laxmanship, the era of Laxmanliness, is drawing to a close. For a decade and more, Vangipurappu Venkata Sai Laxman has been a byword, the byword, for sensory batsmanship. So long has the crown spent on his head, consensus has become truth. He's been the Earl of Ease, the Guv'nor of Grace, the Sultan of Serenity - a quiet monument to the aesthetic possibilities of the competitive arts as well as a rousing rebuttal to the argument that only grimaces finish first.

Even the name makes you salivate - all melody, harmony and rhythm, capped by that inspired abbreviation, VVS, with its assonant lilt and limitless acronymic potential. I'd revise a Disney ditty and plump for Very Very Scrumptious, but that's far too sappy next to the original Very Very Special.

Style and substance have reigned hand in glove. Here was the only batsman to consistently tame Glenn McGrath and Shane Warne, a veritable Zen master of the fourth-innings chase. The other day I rewound his Kolkata 2001 masterpieces - his first-innings 59, studded with a dozen fours and cut short only by Peter Willey's over-enthusiastic forefinger, was no less pleasurable than that legendary 281, that peak of 21st century batsmanship, of Laxmanship, its resonance growing with every passing year. That the stage was Eden Gardens could not have been more apt.

All His Laxmanship's hallmarks were present and correct: the controlled, rubbery wristiness; the precise, pitter-pattering footwork and clever use of the crease; the unflusterable demeanour; the coordination of hands, eyes and head; the judgement of when to play early and when late, when to retreat and when to advance; the ball caressed, never brutalised. An ocular treat, sure, but a spiritual one too.

Being in thrall to beauty (could there be a more subjective assessment?) can make you fiercely, even illogically, protective of those who deliver it. Laxman has been no exception. To suggest he carries on in the wake of a mostly miserable 2011, during which he appeared to have all but lost the knack of keeping the ball on the ground, might be deemed excessively optimistic, not to say sentimental and a profound insult to India's bit-champing young lions, but come on. It would be nice if he hung around long enough to tackle England next winter, admit it.

Now take Tom Graveney, whose frequent omissions from England XIs in the 1950s and '60s become all the more astonishing when you consider that Geoffrey Boycott deemed his technique the one he most admired. To see a photo of Graveney standing tall and erect at the crease, pulling Charlie Griffith, the rip-snorting nastiest great bowler of the '60s, through midwicket as you or I might swat a fly, is to recognise the distinction between prosaic and poetic.

My main Achilles heel was David Gower, who batted with the same delicious lightness of touch as Claude Monet applied paint, Oscar Peterson tinkled ivory, and Pat Metheny plucks strings. It was his exclusion from the 1992-93 tour of India and Sri Lanka that spurred me to write his biography, and write it angry. Very angry.

Not that I was alone in my maternal instincts. Harold Pinter, the playwright, sent Gower a telegram attacking the selectors' "disgraceful" myopia. Whenever his hero was on TV, fearful of jinxing him, Tim Rice, Mr Jesus Christ Superstar, hid behind the sofa. Whenever he watched Gower pierce the covers with a luxuriant swish of the blade that served as an extension of heart, soul and nervous system, Francis Wheen, one of our more wittily incisive political columnists, found himself drawn to the celebrated Irish word-weaver WB Yeats:

Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public man, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight

Drove to this tumult in the clouds.

Gower and bowler, warranted Alan Ross, the poet and former Observer cricket correspondent, were "accomplices in a kind of illusory magic". We're less romantic now, so it's bloody hard, if not impossible, to imagine anyone writing that about Alastair Cook, David Warner or Misbah-ul-Haq.

As sport has risen in tempo, beauty, sadly if inevitably, has become ever more elusive, especially in the more confrontational games. Where is the time, much less the space? Nicknaming a leading footballer "Stroller" - aka George Graham, a midfielder fabled for his disinclination to run - is now unthinkable. Twenty years ago, when hookers and props were more Samit Patel than Jonty Rhodes, rugby union rippled with flowing moves, the ball flipped from hand to hand while dummies were sold and defenders deluded; now the forwards are as fit as the backs, the backs are as beefy as the forwards, and creativity is stifled.

Fortunately, even at its snappiest, cricket encourages contemplation: there's always time to dwell and wallow. Yet if no stroke is quite so languidly, ravishingly lavish as the late cut, Barry Richards was not unjustified, in acclaiming an exquisitely tardy glide by AB de Villiers, when he lamented its scarcity. In the Twenty20 era, with its accent on urgency and improvisation, ends, more than ever, are prized higher than means.

 
 
The only sniff of showmanship comes at the culmination of a drive, when Amla checks his follow-through as if slamming on an inner handbrake. You could call it anti-showmanship. You could also call it quietly arrogant. "Check out these wrists, matey. The faster you bowl, the softer I hit."
 

So who are the heirs to His Laxmanship? So sublime in Galle, Mahela Jayawardene may finally be about to move out of that lengthy shadow; Ian Bell and Michael Clarke have frequently hinted at grandeur, even hauteur; there's a poised, polished stillness about Jonathan Trott; Alviro Petersen and JP Duminy flowed as sweetly in Wellington as Jack Daniel's over ice; Dwayne Smith reminded us in Bridgetown that he can charm birds from trees. My man, though, is still Hashim Amla.

Compact and exact, smooth of movement and precise of placement, his "V" is more of a "W". It might be pushing it to classify him as a right-handed, more orthodox Brian Lara, but not much. Watching small fourth-innings targets being chased down is seldom a rewarding expenditure of time, but to see him speed South Africa home against New Zealand in Hamilton was to bask in his art. One late cut (two in consecutive days, noch!) off Kane Williamson was executed with so much time to spare the bowler might as well have texted his intentions then tweeted them for good measure.

The only sniff of showmanship comes at the culmination of a drive, when he checks his follow-through as if slamming on an inner handbrake. You could call it anti-showmanship. You could also call it quietly arrogant. "Check out these wrists, matey. The faster you bowl, the softer I hit."

Timing is an elusive, often illusory beast. The line separating good from bad is miniscule, measurable in hundredths of seconds and subject to the vicissitudes of the pitch. In Galle it was timing that hoisted Bell and Jayawardene above the wicket-fest. In more taxing conditions against Australia, West Indies showed us both sides of the coin. Kieran Powell, a lean leftie from Nevis, stole the breath away more than once. Marlon Samuels and Darren Bravo, too, uncorked strokes for which "elegant" really is the only word. On other occasions - at the risk of resurrecting a stereotype - they all seemed a little too intent on looking cool. Dancing daintily along that tightrope for the most part, there were also too many times when they looked as if they were wading in treacle. The most effective batsmen, Kieron Pollard and Darren Sammy, were the muscle men.

IT'S THAT IMPRESSION of absolute effortlessness, fuelled by optimum timing, that sets Laxman and Amla and Jayawardene apart; that elevated Graveney and Gower above their peers; Mohammad Azharuddin, Carl Hooper, Damien Martyn and Mark Waugh above theirs. Englishmen are particularly susceptible to this. After all, there's nothing we envy more than someone who succeeds without appearing to break sweat (hence Len Hutton's distaste for Graveney, and Graham Gooch's for Gower). James Bond may have been played by a Scotsman, an Irishman, a Welshman and even an Aussie, but he was created by a Londoner and personified a brand of archetypal Englishman, right down to that addiction to scrambled eggs. This is a land run by the arched eyebrow, the headquarters of disdain.

Amla is different. He always looks as if he's trying. Which is why he's a natural No. 3, why that top-edged pull off Mark Gillespie in Wellington was such a shock, and why you can envisage him scoring a triple-century, a feat attained by Jayawardene alone of the aforementioned luminaries. He's versatile too. Over the past five years he is one of just two men, alongside de Villiers, to average over 50 in Tests and ODIs.

Curiously, though, while there is no doubting the technique or craftsmanship, there is no aura of superiority, no ring of absolute confidence, none of the swagger one sometimes detects in Ravi Bopara. Maybe that's because, unlike Bopara - the latest in a growing line of Anglo-Indian internationalists and merely the second Sikh to represent England - Amla, as an Indian Protea, is the first of his breed and thus bears a bigger burden of responsibility.

There's one other oddity. Between them, helmet and beard dwarf Amla's face. Maybe that's why he looks smaller than Gower and Azhar and Laxman, even though, depending on your source, he's either the same height or an inch taller. Maybe size, too, is in the eye of the beholder?

His name conjures up a Yiddish word, hamish, a term of affection applied to someone warm and loving. Throw in my Scottish ancestry and I don't think I can possibly resist dubbing him His Hamishness.

Rob Steen is a sportswriter and senior lecturer in sports journalism at the University of Brighton

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Posted by aarifboy on (April 6, 2012, 2:45 GMT)

Mark Waugh was most stylish among all,even Bradman mentioned it.Gower was second best after Mark.Third in my list is Saeed Anwar.Zaeer Abbas and M Yousaf were as stylish as Laxman and Amla,its surprising that author didn't even mention these two.

Posted by nakihunter on (April 6, 2012, 0:52 GMT)

VVS - oh what can you say about his batting, his style, his value to the team.

I will never forget 3 strokes by Laxman. The first two were from that epic 281 at the Eden grdens. After reaching 200, Shane Warne bowled around the wicket and pitched outside leg stup. Laxman stepped out on roller skates and played the ball inside out along the ground for four. I keep plying that shot over and over again. I have never seen any other baatsman play it - ever.

The second shot was a half pull half drive off a shortish ball from Kasprowitz that was laced through mid wicket for four. Another stroke that has never been played by any batsman - ever. Laxman made it look like the most orthodox and simple stroke to playy.

The last storke was during his first innings of 38 in Durban in Dec 2010. The pitch was one of the most bouncy and pacy I have ever see. Stayne was lethal and yet a bouncer was hooked over square leg for 6. The shot was effortless and played with so much time!

Posted by   on (April 5, 2012, 23:44 GMT)

Gundappa Vishwanath is the ultimate stylist batsman of all time. His Bating is "A thing of Beauty is joy for ever". I surprised how the author missed to mention his name in first place

Posted by   on (April 5, 2012, 19:14 GMT)

Haven't read the article; just the byline. Any list of three of the most stylish batsmen of the modern era that doesn't include Mark Waugh has got to be plain wrong! :-)

Posted by Gerry_the_Merry on (April 5, 2012, 15:49 GMT)

Gower, Amla, Jayawardene, Saeed Anwar, Mark Waugh, Martin Crowe, Laxman, Jeff Dujon, Zaheer Abbas, Damien Martyn, Roy Dias, Vishwanath, Azharuddin,Yousuf Youhana, Hashim Amla, all very elegant batsmen. Havent seen Lawrence Rowe, but heard he was great to watch also.

Posted by doesitmatter on (April 5, 2012, 15:34 GMT)

Where is Saeed Anwar man ? This is sacrilege..May be the author slept while he was batting because its so serene :)

Posted by RohanBhalerao on (April 5, 2012, 13:58 GMT)

Forget Amla and Laxman. This is what artistry is all about - writing like Rob Steen. Man, I am a big, big fan of yours. This article has just swept me off my feet.

Posted by   on (April 5, 2012, 13:53 GMT)

I agree Amla is a south african and that is it. Only reason I responded is because of unnecessary suppositions on his ancestry by one of the posters...regrds

Posted by MrGarreth on (April 5, 2012, 9:15 GMT)

Guys if youre going to start claiming on hertiage then the entire South African team would be attributed to another nation. Anyone who knows anything about SA knows that it is only really the khoi khoi and san that originated in SA (af far as we know). As for the other 99% of the country, our heritage is either out of Africa or far north in Africa. Point is heritage is a load of nonsense. Amla is a proud Saffer and we're proud to have him.

Posted by Dr.Hasan on (April 5, 2012, 6:28 GMT)

Amla is an excellent batsman...hold him in great stead esp how he transformed his game from being a slowish test pace batsman to completely warping into a run a ball ODI batsman while keeping his style and class and continuing his test form as well. Plus his modesty and discipline is an example for all. Wish him best of luck except when playing against Pakistan :)

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Rob Steen Rob Steen is a sportswriter and senior lecturer in sports journalism at the University of Brighton, whose books include biographies of Desmond Haynes and David Gower (Cricket Society Literary Award winner) and 500-1 - The Miracle of Headingley '81. His investigation for the Wisden Cricketer, "Whatever Happened to the Black Cricketer?", won the UK section of the 2005 EU Journalism Award "For diversity, against discrimination". His latest book, Floodlights and Touchlines: A History of Spectator Sport, will be published in the summer of 2014

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