Christian Ryan
Writer based in Melbourne. Author of Golden Boy: Kim Hughes and the Bad Old Days of Australian Cricket

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Ricky Ponting's departure can't have been the dream script people make it out to be, but at least he controlled his own destiny

Christian Ryan

December 4, 2012

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The curtain comes down on Ricky Ponting's storied career, Australia v South Africa, 3rd Test, Perth, 4th day, December 3, 2012
Could he have stayed? Possibly. Should he have gone? Perhaps © Getty Images

The last two age-harried cricketers of serious note to kiss cricket off in Perth were Englishmen.

Graham Gooch called a press conference, squeezed before a net session, at the Sheraton, where he confessed to the bundle of newspapermen filing for impossible northern hemisphere deadlines that "I do look a bit miserable" but "I'm not moaning" and "there've been seasons when everything's gone for me and this hasn't been one of them". Mike Gatting's reluctance to retire was of the mid-match kind of reluctance, play having not only begun but been unravelling for two entire days when the announcement came, which tends to be a distraction for the announcer's ten team-mates, and a symbol of distress verging on desperation on the part of the announcer himself, Gatting's announcement in this instance being bookended - bowled-ended, somewhat - by a 0 (a crooked bat; the ball leaching past) the day before and an 8 (yorked off his pads) the day after.

Eighteen summers ago all that happened. In Perth.

Perth - one syllable, unprecedented for an Australian capital - where Hungry Jack's signs rise big and fresh-painted out of the million bypassed-by-highway suburbs and the west coast timezone is running about three hours behind where nine-tenths of Australians live. The afternoon wind is different. It has a name, the Doctor, although this doctor that soothes with its cool also disorients with the hooping-about effect it has on cricket balls, such that an '80s swing bowler named Kenneth MacLeay, lanky, genial, could make batsmen's ribs lurch one way and their intestines twist another till they contracted stomach ache. MacLeay breeds Angus bulls now. The sky, here, feels higher: like everything's framed different. The light is crystalline. It makes the players' shadows look blacker, the creams that they wear glow, and meanwhile the red ball's redder, an overripe and vanishing red blur for much of the day as tentative stab-cuts race for four, bottom-batted defensive pushes bring up four, because the outfield's the world's slickest, like glazed green ice. A jangling feverishness can take hold. The bowler, morally ascendant but wicketless, fumes; the batsman, guilty, yet galloping free, sneaks peeks at the Victoria Bitter scoreboard. During passages like this the cricket turns into a sort of curious morality play that you don't see at other grounds. The field was built on a swamp. The 22 yards of actual cricket pitch were in early times a "holding"-type pitch, helpful to slow spinners, something to do with the old swamp's proximity mere inches underneath and the nearby river's rise and fall. In subsequent decades it became scary for its hardness and pace, and multiplying the scariness was the abnormal steepling bounce - the pitch some otherworldly limestone trampoline in which, more eerie than scary, visiting batsmen swore they could spy their own reflection. There was also a period, later, when crusty hexagons of it would crackle and flake away under the players' footfall.

Modern cricket's made-for-TV homogeneity has rubbed off some of those distinguishing characteristics yet the sense of being someplace alien lingers.

So, Perth: no green-roofed SCG pavilions, no storied Oval gasometers for memory banks to cling to, softening the blow.

Anytime he got to three figures in his home country, and his brown eyes flickered a little and his shoulders sagged in that suddenly humble way they had, the prelude to him raising his arms and saluting a crowd, he was loveable

For Ricky Ponting to retire here - it can't be the neatly ribboned bit of dream scripting everyone's making out. He says he is no longer good enough to bat the way he batted before. "Inconsistent" scores have dogged his "last 12 or 18 months" - it's getting on for 37 months, actually, since the opening Test of the series after the 2009 Ashes, stressful times lived in the vicinity of the noose, and lived out publicly, to a soundtrack of low-level yapping from the critics interspersed with shrill barks for his head.

Thirty-seven months.

It is totally plausible that little fissures in his game were opening up back then and he should have gone. It is totally plausible that his game is in half-okay shape now and he might as well stay. And vice versa, and ad infinitum; sorry is not a batsman's hardest word. When is the hardest. Ponting's faced 72 balls this summer and five have got him out. For most of the other 67 balls he has looked relatively secure. True, in Adelaide, the place he and his wife began seriously mulling retirement, he'd lost his footing, legs spread-eagled and airborne, star jumping messily over the space where the long-gone ball bowled by Jacques Kallis had passed. But it didn't take a memory scholar to recall Melbourne, a year ago, where he fell over his own feet three times in one morning while also getting clobbered on the head. His eventual score that day, then in the five innings that followed, read: 62, 60, 134, 7, 221, 60 not out.

"I think timing-wise it's the right time," he said at his retirement press conference last Thursday.

When it's a cricketer's "right time", it's usually because desire has dimmed. But hear Ponting: "My passion and love for the game hasn't changed one bit." Eyewitness dispatches from the grounds and practice nets have without exception, until today, sketched him as industrious, painstakingly attentive, encouraging of others, positively buzzing, batting strong, getting out. Oh, Ricky - the right time, you think. Possibly Gooch and Gatting knew so. Gooch made his announcement, play started, fourth ball was a (tricky) catch flying his way at third slip, down it plopped. On their last evening as Test cricketers Gooch and Gatt scraped scarcely any runs between them. They fell within minutes of one another, so helter-skelter that the next man Fraser rushed out without a protector on, he and the other batsman Atherton conferring mid-pitch at every change of strike to yank hands down jocks and swap over the one clammy protector, the sadness that should have hung in the Perth air being overtaken by farce.

Ponting's avoided farce, in going now.

Control over his destiny is his: no Merrimans or McDonalds or itchy-trigger-fingered administrators perched in the shadows of his retirement press conference monitoring the words as they exit his mouth.

Let the second-best-behind-Bradman assertions proceed unclouded. Let Neil Harvey and Greg Chappell feel quietly peeved; let Victor Trumper roll in his grave till he rolls all the way down the big slope at Waverley Cemetery and into the ocean.

An awesome batsman, though, Ponting.

And anytime he got to three figures in his home country, and his brown eyes flickered a little and his shoulders sagged in that suddenly humble way they had, the prelude to him raising his arms and saluting a crowd, he was loveable.

In Perth, first innings, on his way to making 4, Ponting began with a block-and-scampered single, followed by a grandstand-high swivel pull from outside off stump, two trademark manoeuvres that unmistakably haven't deserted him. Second innings he unfurled a superior pull, glimpsing early - kite-hawk early - that this ball from Morne Morkel was pitching short, then snapping into position and hitting low, safe and serene, en route to a score of 8.

It confirmed something. It confirmed, maybe, nothing.

Feel for Ricky, to be leaving us now, here.

Christian Ryan is a writer based in Melbourne. He is the author of Golden Boy: Kim Hughes and the Bad Old Days of Australian Cricket and, most recently Australia: Story of a Cricket Country

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Posted by popcorn on (December 6, 2012, 17:29 GMT)

A pleasure to watch Ricky Ponting bat.

Posted by HatsforBats on (December 6, 2012, 0:52 GMT)

@ bharathb, nice try mate. Ponting averages 48 in SL, and against Pakistan in Pakistan & UAE he averages 119 and 97. He struggled in India but still managed to pass 50 every 4th innings. The best Australian batsman since Chappell and one of the best no. 3 and fielders in history.

Posted by   on (December 5, 2012, 21:10 GMT)

wonderful article.....most successful cricketer and captain of all times RP

Posted by nilanthad on (December 5, 2012, 18:01 GMT)

I watched his first test match as a small kid and still remember the the way he got out to Chaminda Vaas. Since then he became one of the great in the game, and showed his fierce competitive attitudes to the world. When he announced his retirement from the game I feel really sad and remember the fond memories of his first test, and the beard trimming trend he set among the youth in Sri Lanka at that time as a Ponting Cut. I wish you all the best Ricky, and keep playing in the domestic competitions in Australia and come back as a Cricket commentator and visit Sri Lanka whenever Australian team coming to Sri Lanka.

Posted by   on (December 5, 2012, 16:18 GMT)

Ya, he should have stayed till the ashes, at least. LEGEND. Will be missed

Posted by AdityaMookerjee on (December 5, 2012, 11:49 GMT)

It's pretty obvious, no one knew that Waugh would retire when he did. I don't think Ponting wanted to be captain. No Australian, it seems today, desires to be captain of the Australian team. This was pretty certain, when Slater, Justin Langer, etc. were playing. It seems, Mark Taylor made it acceptable for the others to feel this way. And, I don't think Taylor wanted to replace Allan Border. People refer to Ian Chappell, but Border to me is the most fascinating cricketer in Australia. I am amazed, that it seemed apparent, Waugh was a cricketer not specially talented, when Australia won the World Cup. He perhaps, wasn't. Maybe, not at all. I would really, either be happy, or demotivated, if I was an Australian, if this occurred to me.

Posted by harshthakor on (December 5, 2012, 3:28 GMT)

Not only was he one of the best batsman of all time but above all he was one of the most unselfish who placed his team's cause above everything.In the peak of his career marginally ahead of Tendulkar and Lara and the best match-winner.At one down amongst the top 4 batsman of all time ,almost on par with Viv Richards.

Posted by   on (December 5, 2012, 1:56 GMT)

@Gerry_the_merry : Hahah. very funny mate. Pontings average in india : 14 tests : average of 26. litterally fell to Harbajhan every single time. he prolly wouldnt have even got 50 runs in the whole series. i feel for you !

Posted by bharathb on (December 5, 2012, 1:03 GMT)

I am as caught up by Ponting nostalgia as anyone but something about Ponting has been bothering me and the hunch was confirmed. Ponting's record in away matches against Pak, SL, India: 28 matches avg. 38.21. Why is this tolerated? It is never criticized. Players of other teams are constantly mocked for their poor away averages.

Posted by   on (December 4, 2012, 22:49 GMT)

One of the great of all time. Respect

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Christian Ryan Christian Ryan lives in Melbourne, writes and edits, was once the editor of The Monthly magazine and Wisden Australia, and now bowls low-grade, high-bouncing legbreaks with renewed zeal in recognition of Stuart MacGill's retirement and the selection opportunities this presents. He is the author of Golden Boy: Kim Hughes and the Bad Old Days of Australian Cricket and Australia: Story of a Cricket Country

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