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In Gayle's slipstream

An American writer gets swept up in the foaming excitement of the World Twenty20

Wright Thompson

October 10, 2012

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Chris Gayle holds the ICC World Twenty20 trophy in the dressing room after the final, Sri Lanka v West Indies, October 7, 2012
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The West Indies team arrived at the hotel past midnight, to mayhem. Every cook in the Cinnamon Grand, still wearing their white toques, crowded around to watch. Fans pushed and shoved. Security guards held hands, bending but not breaking against the surge. An official led the team in, carrying the trophy won two hours before, the 2012 ICC World Twenty20. The crowd pressed closer, chest to back. The team paraded through the hotel, following its star, Chris Gayle, the most dangerous man in cricket to opposing bowlers and an establishment terrified of what money and fame are doing to its game. Behind him, the trail grew: team-mates, then television cameramen, then reporters reaching with outstretched microphones, then fans, all holding up cell phones, which made the swarm glow with the light of a hundred screens.

That's when the reggae started.

It came from inside the centre of the chaos, from the players, thumping and echoing over the tall open lobby. Obviously someone carried speakers, but with a little imagination, it was easy to pretend the music was the players' soundtrack, conjured to life by the force of their personalities. Then a heavy door shut, and the team was gone. The lobby was quiet again.

****

For the last week I've been in Sri Lanka for the ICC World Twenty20. This trip completes a cricket trilogy for me. A year and a half ago, knowing nothing about the game, I went to India for the one-day international World Cup - the real World Cup, as it's described over and over. A few months after that, hooked, I flew to London, to the posh and historic Lord's Cricket Ground, for a five-day Test match. That's when I understood cricket, about the hidden dramas and the subtlety of purpose that draws aficionados to the game. Everything about Test cricket, from the traditional whites to the break for high tea, suggests something ancient and meditative, a rebellion against a hyper-connected culture.

I'd never seen a T20 match.

T20 is the third and newest form of cricket, invented nine years ago specifically to capture the imagination of new, more modern fans - and the television dollars that fund all sports. A five-day Test match, or even an eight-hour ODI, doesn't work in a medium in which an 11-minute feature is considered an eternity. A T20 match, by comparison, is the same length as an American baseball game.

In T20, cricket has a concept familiar to Americans: privately owned franchises. The Indian Premier League, the IPL, has nine teams spread around the country. The best players in the world bank millions for seven weeks of work every year. Other countries are starting leagues, which means that players can make a living in cricket without the powerful national boards.

If you immerse yourself in the world of cricket, you will be amazed at how many conversations around lunch and dinner tables end up returning to the future of Test matches, and the crass brutality of T20, and how a game is giving up its soul to chase a profit. When cricket fans find out I'm an American - which means that I carry no emotional attachment to Test cricket and come from a culture familiar with highly commercialised sports - they ask, with an unmistakably leading tone, which form of the game I prefer.

I have always answered honestly: Test cricket.

For the first week in Sri Lanka, I didn't see what the fuss was all about. T20 didn't seem revolutionary, or dramatically different from a one-day international. It seemed, to my amateurish eyes, a shorter version of the same game, not a completely new game altogether.

Then came Friday night.

****

The Australians are one of the best teams in the world, and for three hours on a sweaty Colombo night, during the second semi-final, the big guns of the West Indies hit them so often, so hard and so far that you could see the Aussies give up.

It was violent and personal.

The press box erupted not in gasps, or cheers, but in laughter after each massive six. A team gets six runs for hitting it over the boundary, and four for reaching the boundary on the ground or on the bounce. Most balls barely clear the line - traditionally a rope, now replaced by ads. Gayle almost hit one in the upper deck. Then not much later, he did hit one in the upper deck. It measured 334 feet. Once, in London, he landed a ball in a school across the street from the stadium. He hits tape-measure shots. When he's particularly excited, he does the "Gangnam Style" dance.

 
 
Gayle uses an almost three-pound bat, and when the ball is bowled, the first thing he does is blaspheme against the holy scriptures of cricket
 

On Friday night, most of the West Indies line-up hit long sixes. Gayle finished with a total of six. Each time a ball cleared the field, the fireworks popped off into the night, leaving low-hanging smoke. Dancing girls ran up on stages, and speakers played loud hip-hop. Strobe lights popped like paparazzi flashes and towers shot flames. In the final over alone, the West Indies hit four sixes, teeing off on the beaten Australian bowler, crushing the last few with massive turns. One was actually a baseball swing, like Ken Griffey Jr. A ball ricocheted off of a luxury suite window.

"Barbarians," a cricket writer says after.

An editor from Wisden, the cricket bible, says, "Chris Gayle is the coolest man in cricket."

****

The cricket batting stroke is a carefully preserved and rigidly taught art, with a set of commandments handed down from generation to generation in the MCC Coaching Manual. Lead with your foot toward the ball, then keep your foot, elbow, shoulder and head parallel. Swing down on the ball. Clean lines and control. This is how it's always been done. The philosophy behind the swing is to keep the ball flight low, which protects the batsman from being caught in the air, the easiest way to get out. The greats of the game used timing and a light willow bat to hit the ball through tiny spaces between fielders. Most bats weigh about two pounds, eight ounces.

Gayle uses an almost three-pound bat, and when the ball is bowled, the first thing he does is blaspheme against the holy scriptures of cricket. He plants his lead foot wide to the right, away from the ball, so he can turn and drive, giving him room to clear his hips. It is, at its essence, a baseball or a golf swing, constructed to generate power. Waiting down at his end of the pitch, he's still and coiled, menacing. Bowlers who've faced him say that they can feel him lining them up. Desperate captains pack the boundary with fielders, which actually tells Gayle where the ball is being aimed, really allowing him to step into his shot. The only hope is to get him out early, to confuse him with variations of speed, to try to catch him off balance with spin. He starts a game slowly, getting a sense of the conditions and his opponents, and when he's ready, the head of his bat rises and it's on. That's the tell, and the fielders notice. Once he gets started, he's almost impossible to stop.

"You know he's lining you up," a bowler who's faced him told me, shaking his head. "If it's anywhere near his strike zone, you know it's gone."

****

The day before the final, I hung out in the lobby of the West Indies hotel, trying to set up a meeting with Gayle. Philip Spooner is the team's media manager, and he comes down and finds me in the tea bar. Last night, he looked at the team's trainer on the bus back from the stadium and asked "Can you believe this?" The trainer silently raised both arms above his head and balled each hand into a fist.

Spooner ties this team to the last great West Indian cricket side of the late '70s and early '80s, led by star Viv Richards, made famous in America by the documentary Fire in Babylon. Richards and captain Clive Lloyd believed the showy "Calypso cricket" of the past needed to be replaced with power and aggression. Any team representing the West Indies should reflect the people who lived on the islands, not those who came down to lie in the sun. The rebirth of the team found its voice when England's star, the South African-born Tony Greig, said before a series in 1976, "I intend to make them grovel." That comment, which still follows Greig, focused the anger and determination of the Windies, who heard a lot of other things buried in the word "grovel". They became known for their fast bowlers, who launched bouncers screaming for the batsman's head. They played to win, and the cricket establishment responded in a spasm.

Thousands of pages of newsprint - thinly veiled racism wrapped in the familiar clothing of traditional values - decried what the Windies were doing to a gentleman's game. When Australia bowled at opponents, of course, it was hard-nosed cricket. When the Windies did it, they were destroying the game.

Richards, tall and intimidating, remains a hero in the islands. He stood up. Opponents bowled at his head. He refused to wear a helmet.

"He was Chris Gayle before there was Chris Gayle," Spooner says. "Viv was anti-establishment. Viv was the Bob Marley of cricket."

He smiles.

"As you know," he says, "Chris has had his issues with the establishment."

****

Chris Gayle, you'll hear in some corners, is destroying cricket.

He told the Guardian in 2009 he wouldn't be sad if Test cricket died. He said he'd like for T20 to replace it. In the middle of that interview, which caused a storm in the cricket world that would surprise even American fans used to over-reaction and over-analysis, he is clearly hitting on the female reporter. Seriously. It's unbelievable to read. He sipped hot chocolate while talking, smiled and said, "It's sweet, and I'm sweet."

About two years ago, he ripped the West Indies cricket establishment in a radio interview, and the board banned him from the team. That's always been the nuclear option of cricket boards around the world. They are notoriously iron-fisted. When a television network tried to start a competing T20 league in India, the Indian board threatened its own players with excommunication should they join it. For a century, talented players have seen their careers end because of politics, or petty jealousies, or simply as casualties of someone else's self-interested power or money grab. Yet here comes Gayle, and he looks at his ban as a gift.

For 18 months, as the Windies struggled all over the world, Gayle moved from domestic tournament to domestic tournament, cashing huge checks, an island of one. His biggest payday came from the IPL. He is the league's leading run scorer, playing for the Royal Challengers Bangalore. The season lasted seven weeks. He reportedly made almost $13,000 a day.

Finally, a few months ago, with no T20 leagues on the horizon, Gayle was returned to the national team line-up. They needed him more than he needed them, and in that dynamic teeters a century of tradition and power.


Sri Lankan despair as West Indies close in on victory, Sri Lanka v West Indies, final, World Twenty20, Colombo, October 7, 2012
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The world of cricket is small, with generations of former players trying to cash in on the influx of television dollars. Here's what I mean: as Spooner told me about Viv Richards, a heavy-set man with bad knees wobbled into the bar and sat down two tables away.

It was Greig.

He's spent the past 35 years atoning for the grovelling comment, and is known for understanding where the game is going and why. His phone buzzes while we talk. His ring tone is calypso music. A lot has changed since the days of Viv.

I ask Greig how the emergence of the IPL is impacting the game.

"Cricket has been following American trends, really, in terms of entertainment," he says. "We've now come up with what everyone thinks is the shortest possible game, and I'm not sure that's the case. I'm not sure it won't end up at ten overs."

The English cricket powers are believed to be considering a change in the scheduling of Test matches to allow their cricketers to play a full IPL season. For generations, the boards have held all the power. The Indian board, which owns the IPL, still does. But around the world, groups used to being autonomous are forced to make nice. Players, like the West Indies team three decades years ago, are close to finding their voice. The boards have decisions to make. Whatever is happening to cricket is happening right now.

"They will try and work with the IPL eventually, try and rationalise what's happened," Greig says. "The IPL is a steamroller. It's like a runaway train. As a result of this, players from all over the world want a piece of it. So this is, at the moment, playing itself out."

****

I strike out with Gayle - maybe after the game, I'm told. He is staying in his hotel room, which is probably a good idea. A few nights before the semi-final, he made headlines in Sri Lanka. Security in the hotel is tight, because organisers are so worried about gamblers influencing the outcome of the matches, a not unreasonable fear since the Pakistani team has been plagued by match-fixing, and Gayle's close friend and team-mate, Marlon Samuels, was banned for two years for passing information to a bookie. Samuels has only just found his way back, trying to resurrect his career. So when Gayle and some team-mates had three women up on their floor, in violation of the rules, the local police arrested the women for trespassing. Someone with the team was asked about their strategy in the final against Sri Lanka. He laughed and said, "We've got five girls coming up tonight."

****

The next night, an hour from the first ball, the air smells fungal and sweet. Gayle is in the nets, working on defending yorkers. The problem is that a bad yorker, like a hanging curve, can end up in the upper deck. The clouds are pink on gray, slowly turning orange, then a jaundiced yellow. I slip on a photographer's vest and take a seat right on the boundary line, ten feet away from Gayle's warm-up. The crowd is loud and most fans wave flags, which, combined with the strange, filtered light creates a dizzying feeling when surrounded by it. It's loud. A television producer wearing a headset comes up to Spooner and tries to get Gayle on camera during the pre-game show. Spooner shakes his head. To traditional cricket lovers, the T20 World Cup is an oddity, something to pass the time while waiting for the real thing. To someone who once told a London newspaper he wouldn't mind if it replaced Test cricket, it is more important than being feted in the pavilion at Lord's. "It's a final," Spooner told the producer. "It's the biggest event of his life. I can't pull him."

****

The Windies win the toss and elect to bat first. The players prepare to take the field. Loud music pours out of speakers lining the grandstands. Allman Brothers loud. Soldiers, arms swinging, march in time around the wicket. Then it's time.

Five minutes into the game, the Sri Lankans take the first wicket. Gayle can't get started, facing a mix of speeds and deliveries. Three or so times, he seems to let a ball destined for the stumps hit his pads, and the crowd and Sri Lankan players roar, begging for the call. The umpire smiles thinly and shakes his head. A drummer in the stands keeps rhythm and will for the entire game: bum, bum, bumbumbum. It's electric, and the time passes quickly. Everyone is waiting for the Gayle eruption. "It's like you're in the Colosseum," a South African photographer next to me says.

In the sixth over, Sri Lanka brings in an aggressive bowler, targeting a weak-looking Gayle. Gayle has seemed uncomfortable, his bat head sinking lower and lower. On the fifth ball, Gayle misses and it strikes his pads. He's called out, lbw. He's only scored three runs. The crowd stands as one, and a roar echoes around the steep grandstands of R Premadasa Stadium. The fireworks go off, and the music cranks up and the cheerleaders run onto their stages to dance.

 
 
The purest essence of cricket today is a mob of mostly Indian television cameras, forming a bubble of light around the biggest star in the game, who is being interviewed by an American
 

A friend who lives in Sri Lanka texts: "Start the bus."

****

It's Samuels, back from the gambling scandal, who takes over and saves the match. He smashed six sixes, sending them deep into the stands. Before finally being caught, he scored 78 runs and shifted the momentum back to the West Indies.

When the second innings begins, Windies captain Darren Sammy sprints down the steps from the pavilion, his jaw set, running out onto the field. Sri Lanka can't get anything going, and slowly the crowd realises the game is slipping away.

This game had seemed won by Sri Lanka when Gayle was out, and the crowd danced and waved flags in celebration. When the energy left the building, it left suddenly. The flags disappeared. Fans held their hands to their faces, mouths open, the hope from an hour ago now gone. Behind me, a man looked at the scoreboard and shook his head. The dim quiet on the field level is shocking after several hours under a bright moon of noise.

Kieron Pollard comes out to defend the boundary line in the last few overs, the game now secure. The crowd chants "Sri - Lan - Ka! Sri - Lan - Ka! Sri - Lan - Ka!" He turns and shakes his head, pointing to the West Indies logo on his jersey. Finally the match ends. The Windies crowd around Gayle, the superstar who needed help to become a world champion, and everyone does the "Gangnam Style" dance together. Chris Gayle might not need the cricket officials, but he needs his team-mates, both on a night when he underperforms and in other, larger ways. Something called him back to this team at a time in his life when he doesn't need the money. He is after something more than commerce, which is the reason Test cricket will survive, no matter how much the IPL grows. The older and more successful people become, the more they care how they will be thought of when they're gone.

****

We're back at the team hotel, two or so hours after the game. On the way out of the stadium, Spooner saw me in a stairwell and told me to come here. He introduced me to Gayle.

A phalanx of security guards formed a bubble around us.

Cameramen and television crews walked backwards, flashbulbs popping and bright lights blinding me and Gayle. If we stopped, the mob would swarm, so I had between the business centre and the elevator to ask as many questions as I could. We both laughed at the insanity around us in the hotel lobby. "This is nothing," he says, in a high-pitched Jamaican accent. "You ought to go to India."

The guards walked us through the crowd, pushing people out of the way. We had a few clear feet in every direction inside the circle. It was, without question, the most bizarre interview I've ever done. The essence of cricket might once have been country gentlemen, the landed gentry delicately playing shots on long afternoons. But the purest essence of cricket today is a mob of mostly Indian television cameras, forming a bubble of light around the biggest star in the game, who is being interviewed by an American. Cricket isn't tea and club ties any longer. It is paparazzi and shouted questions in chaotic subcontinent hotel lobbies. One day it will be something else, then something else after that. There is already talk that the IPL bubble is close to popping, with teams over-valued and television ratings low.

"How do you think the old-school cricket establishment views the way you guys play the game?" I asked.

"Eventually," he said, nearing the open elevator doors, "they have to accept it, to be honest with you. A lot of them didn't accept it. But it's become a big thing so they have no choice. Everybody's loving it."

****

The energy of the game is gone, and I am, too. Exhausted, I find a tuk-tuk and head home. I still don't know how T20 will change cricket, or what might happen to the game. I don't think anyone does. The very first thing written about cricket hundreds of years ago lamented the loss of tradition. Modernity has always been the instrument of destruction, whether admission fees or a free-swinging batsman named Chris Gayle. But on a Sunday night in a Sri Lankan stadium, when the sky turned pink and orange before it set, I felt angst, sadness, euphoria, and joy, a night full of reversals and drama. I won't ever forget it, and in those moments when the outcome hung in the balance, nobody would remember how many hours the game would last, or how many days. The only thing in the world was the moment, a winner and a loser, the bat and the ball. When Gayle stood in the crease, I didn't think about some unknowable future of cricket. The crowd noise rose as the bowler began his run, ringing in my ears. I leaned in, watching the head of the bat, hoping it would rise.

Wright Thompson is a senior writer with ESPN.com, where this piece was first published. More from him here

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Posted by Chittappi on (October 12, 2012, 13:45 GMT)

Excellent work. How do you guys write so nice!

Posted by stuartnz on (October 12, 2012, 3:05 GMT)

A truly well-written article. Very nice to know that Test cricket has fans in the US, and I enjoyed your description of the atmosphere at the T20 matches. I disagree, though, that cricket's future is "unknowable". There is no other sport like Test cricket, none at all, but its future is certain and grim. The length that dooms it is what it makes it the only sport to allow such a focus on strategy and tactics, and the ability to adjust to varying circumstances over the five days. The popularity and financial success of T20 have not, as I'd hoped would be the case, provided a subsidising lifeline to the longer game, they've signed its death warrant. Change is inevitable in all things, but the fact that T20 is killing Test cricket surely and not that slowly, is still something that I lament. I envy your ability to enjoy T20 for its own sake, and even more your gift for writing about it.

Posted by   on (October 12, 2012, 1:36 GMT)

Can't remember the last time I read such a well written cricket article.

Posted by Alanzo_B on (October 11, 2012, 21:01 GMT)

Sport journalism at it's best. This is quite an impressive piece. I particularly found the writer's description of Tony Greig's transition from being the architect of that unfortunate (though stirring) "...grovel..." remark, to him developing an apparently strong appreciation for things West Indian - evidenced in the calypso ring-tone. Once again, beautifully written. I look forward to more.

Posted by sups_cricket on (October 11, 2012, 17:51 GMT)

it is so refreshing to find an American who doesn't talk about cricket with an air of dismissal and the comment "so how long is the game?". obviously you are no average joe and you are a committed professional so you have studied and followed cricket instead of dismissing it. in the process you have picked up the joys, heartbreaks, technicalities, skills and politics of the game, and something tells me you kinda liked it! I wish I could find more Americans like you who have an open mind when it comes to cricket, not that cricket needs America but I need more Americans like you for better and productive conversations!! :)

Posted by nlambda on (October 11, 2012, 1:58 GMT)

My only complaint with this article is that it makes Chris Gayle look like Viv Richards. Not the author's fault; after all he is a curious visitor from USA. It is the media/fan/sponsors hype machine. There really is no comparison between Richards' batting and Gayle's; Viv was head and shoulders above "Mr. Cool" Gayle. If he were batting with today's bats on today's pitches against today's bowlers...

Posted by Farce-Follower on (October 11, 2012, 0:30 GMT)

Absorbing and terrific. Thanks for a beautiful and fresh perspective to things. And yes, as Marlon Samuels told, Test Cricket is the ultimate. Indian fans also rate their test performers higher - RD, SRT, VVS and Kumble will always be remembered as legends. The Gambhirs and Dhonis still have some way to go.

Posted by   on (October 10, 2012, 20:21 GMT)

Brilliant! IPL has made me a believer and the World Cup 20-20 is just gravy on my meal! I Love Cricket!

Posted by jean-saville on (October 10, 2012, 18:57 GMT)

Mr Thompson. This is an absolutely brilliant piece. A very good read as a West Indian still reflecting on a glorious final for our team and us fans.

Posted by ARad on (October 10, 2012, 17:21 GMT)

Richards was intimidating but he was hardly tall. That is cricket...

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