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Being undroppable

A legend agonises over his life's quandaries

Rob Steen

December 12, 2012

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Sachin Tendulkar gets a standing ovation of the MCG, Australia v India, 1st Test, Melbourne, 4th day, December 29, 2011
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Ex-captain's Log, December 12, 10.35pm
God, I feel awful. Not as awful, of course, as the tens of millions of Indians who don't have enough food to eat or clothes to wear, but a darned sight more awful than Duncan felt after that finger-wagging.

KP thinks it's hard being him. He should jolly well try being me. Just for one day. Try not being able to walk down the street to the newsagent without an armed guard. Try being the subject of hundreds of millions of daily prayers. Try being seen as perfect in every possible way. Try being undroppable.

Normally I don't do self-pity but today I felt as bad as I've ever felt. Here I am, deep in the worst trough of my career, playing for a team that appears to regard defeat as an unfortunate inconvenience in the headlong pursuit of money. Here I am, going out to bat, fearful - of embarrassment, of failure, of fear itself. Here I am, 39 years of age, standing in a field for hours on end, wondering whether a grown man should stop playing games and do something with his life. Not that I've got many ideas about what that something might be. Or even one. I'd drop me, but I'm undroppable.

I've been down this road before. The only thing keeping me going now, reducing my fear of tomorrow, is that the common link is Nagpur. It was there, in November 2008, on the eve of the fourth Test against Australia, that I found myself at a similar crossroads.

Although I'd been in the runs and I'd passed Lara's record Test aggregate and the series had been won, I'd made some errors and didn't feel on top of my game. Actually, having made only five hundreds in my last 33 Tests and 57 innings, I hadn't felt on top of it for quite a long time. Besides, it was Sourav's final Test and that made me wonder all the more. He'd started more than half a decade after me and he'd had enough. He should have tried being me. So I found myself wondering whether it was all worth it. In the nets, in the shower, in bed. Wondering and agonising and not sleeping.

So, on the night before that Nagpur Test, I sent an email to my managers. I've still got it somewhere. Let me see… ah, there it is…

Enough guys. Can't do this anymore. Tell them this is my final Test. I won't be good enough for the 2011 World Cup, so let's make it a complete retirement. Time to leave the nest.

They tried to dissuade me, naturally. That was their job. Still got the reply… right here…

Please calm down. Think clearly. Sure, you're not his biggest fan, but don't steal Sourav's thunder. Think how it will look if you suddenly quit at the same time. Let's just take it one match at a time.

The rest, of course, is history. They won me round, I made 109, a couple of weeks later came the Mumbai bombings and then retirement simply wasn't an option. I wanted to, had to, pull something out of the hat against England in Chennai, something that cheered people up a bit, and I did. Farewell doubt. Farewell hesitation. Hello duty.

This time it's different. Back then I played for a good team, a winning team, a driven team. We had mountains to climb, and beating Australia in that series was a massive one conquered. Back then I still had mountains to climb. I wanted to be the first to 40 Test hundreds. I wanted to be the first to make 17 Test hundreds in India, beating ol' Sunny (hah!). I wanted to beat Allan Border's record of 90 Test scores of 50 or more. And I accomplished all that in that single innings: talk about the power of the bat! But even after all that I had more mountains to climb. I wanted to set records no one would ever beat.

 
 
Whether I like it or not, I'm the face of Indian cricket. I'm the reason all those deals are done... I'm almost certainly the single biggest crowd-puller the world has ever known, in any sport, in any arena
 

It couldn't be more different now. We've been the No. 1 Test side, we've won the World Cup, we've shown the world that Indian cricket can compete consistently with the very best, and often dominate, but now we're sliding. Rahul, Anil and VVS have gone. MS, Harbhajan and Viru are going. Good-but-far-from-great teams are making us look exceedingly silly. And I've set records that no one will ever beat. Something's missing. Call it hunger. I guess that's what happens when you've conquered all those mountains, though how can you not blame the IPL? How can you learn how to want to bat for a day, let alone actually do it, if it pays more to bat for 20 overs?

There's a part of me that wants to prove everyone wrong, prove I still have what it takes, prove I can still put a smile on hundreds of millions of faces with a cover drive, prove that a happy Sachin is a happy India. There's another part of me that wants to tell the world, right now, that this will be my final match for India, come what may. There's another part of me that wants to walk away this instant, leave this room, walk down the hall, jump in the lift, hail a taxi, pick my family up, take them to the airport and fly out to a remote island where they don't have the internet or Twitter and they've never heard of cricket. Forever. And there's another part of me that knows that none of this is up to me.

Last year, a couple of hours after the World Cup final, just as I was wondering whether this would be the time to go, the perfect time to go, I received a text from Delhi. Now let's see… ah, here it is…

Please, please, PLEASE don't think of retiring. Wait a couple more years. We need you. Cricket needs you. India needs you. Hang around and we'll do another massive TV deal which should ease us through when you do go. Without you, Indian cricket could be sunk.

I knew he was right. Not because I'm so full of myself I think the world can't live without me. And not because I think I'm the reason Indian cricket conquered the world. But whether I like it or not, I'm the face of Indian cricket. I'm the reason all those deals are done and all those crores flood in. This is only just this second occurring to me, but I'm almost certainly the single biggest crowd-puller the world has ever known, in any sport, in any arena. I'm also the reason the BCCI controls the game, and I don't like that at all, but that's not enough reason to leave hundreds of millions in the lurch. I must help secure the future. Even Viv couldn't manage that, and I know how bad he feels about it.

I've been thinking a lot about fame lately. Everyone wants it, craves it, lusts for it, but very few know how to cope when it barges in. And it never knocks, never waits to be invited in, never gives you an option. It brings responsibilities, obligations and duties, sometimes on an unimaginable scale. And when you feel yourself hanging on, clinging on by the very tips of your fingernails, living solely on past glories, being indulged and tolerated, fame is even more of a curse.

I want it to be easy come, easy go - but will they let me? I don't want to disappoint them and end like this. I don't want to disappoint anyone. I don't want to embarrass those who keep faith in me when the bad times bite. I don't want to make my family's life any more public or any more impossible than it already is. If nothing else, I owe them all - and, yes, dammit, I owe myself - one final, glorious performance. One final hurrah.

But then you find yourself so out of sorts you get to a point when you're scratching your way to 76 and it feels like a triumph. When bowlers are deciding where you hit the ball. When you can't remember the last time batting felt natural or when timing was within your grasp. And all that's complicated a million-fold in my case because:

a) Pakistan are coming over for the first time in forever,
b) Because I'm me. The idol. The untouchable. The undroppable.

Duty can be a savage mistress.

Right now, if you gave me a choice between staying and going, I'd run. As far as I could, as fast as I could. To the hills, to the sea, to the desert. It wouldn't matter. But I know I've got to stay. It's my duty. It's my cross. I have no option but to bear it, but not for much longer. I've had enough. Ricky going has made it all the clearer: I don't want to limp out.

Think positive. A hundred in Nagpur, square the series, then rest up and man up for Pakistan. Finish on a high and I can end this agony and go in peace. No one could make me feel guilty about that, no one. Not even Ravi.

I can see it now, feel it now. One final city-hop: Chennai, Kolkata then Delhi, walking in to bat buoyed by Roy Harper's reassuring words:

"When the moment comes and the gathering stands and the clock turns back to reflect
On the years of grace as those footsteps trace for the last time out of the act
Well this way of life's recollection, the hallowed strip in the haze
The fabled men and the noonday sun are much more than just yarns of their days."

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

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Posted by funnykumar on (December 15, 2012, 23:14 GMT)

Thank you Rob.. Respect you for Respecting the Master..:)

Posted by AwesomeSanket on (December 15, 2012, 17:03 GMT)

This is the best article i have ever read in cricinfo n mind u i have read quite a few. It has everything about the greatest cicketer the game of cricket has ever produced. Being Sachin is something nobody can even imagine. what he receives for every failure n what every his success means to India is something which cannot be described in words. He is one man who is required to answer questions even after 23 years of sublime service to the nation. Whatever may his fate be,whatever transforms from now on,no matter how his retirement and all are dealt with, the fact remains that he has touched billions of hearts & made his unique place on all of them,a place that will never be replaced,never perish,he will be remembered for all the smiles and moment of joy he gave to the fans of the country who gave him the status of the Almighty. SACHIN- You r the best thing happened to Indian cricket. Thankyou ROB for such an amazing article.

Posted by Tumbarumbar on (December 15, 2012, 13:46 GMT)

A brilliantly written piece by Rob that a number of readers appear to have misinterpreted. This article doesn't tell Sachin to retire or criticize him in the slightest instead it tries to show, through the use of a clever literary device, the incredible pressures faced by this most famous and special of sportsmen every day of his life, pressures that grow in proportion to political and social events outside his control. The author writes the truth, such a man can't retire at the peak of his powers nor will he ever be left out while he is still contributing in some way. The obligation he must feel, as the article describes must be crushing and he is some sort of man to stand up to it. Perhaps only Don Bradman would know of similar pressure regarding retirement, not that Bradman ever had form issues, but not even he had half a world on his shoulders.

Posted by   on (December 15, 2012, 12:21 GMT)

continued - May be it is because of the amount he has played and does not know what to do after cricket.Ganguly once said that he doesn't remember Sachin having NOT scored a test hundred in a series.Series in England, Australia, at home vs NZ and England now. He has been torrid by any Standards and by Sachin's standard he doesn't look like a test batsman. The fifties that he scored are scratchy.Sachin was pure quality. Now he seems to search for more quantity that takes away his qualities.Sachin thinks that it is the selectors call. The selectors are not going to make a call. It is him who has to decide he is good enough. For now impasse seems to continue.

Posted by   on (December 15, 2012, 12:21 GMT)

I have been watching Sachin ever since he plundered Abdul Qadir in that exhibition Match in 1989. That was the first time I felt there was someone better than Viv Richards that could decimate a bowling attack. Those were really good days. I have never seen him hit a trough like this. He had something similar in 2007. But he had at least 3-4 years left then. Sachin himself admitted he is taking it series by series. There is no one to blame but for Sachin who gives room to write him off. Great players fade into glory which Sachin is searching for. Bradman quit when he was not able to score 100's consistently.Lara and Viv Richards quit when they was not able dominate bowlers at will.Rahul Dravid Quit when bowlers started breaching his defense.Laxman quit when he found his silken touch was fading.Sachin feels he is not a quitter and not give up. But the fact is he has faded from Bright red to light orange.

Posted by jay57870 on (December 15, 2012, 12:16 GMT)

Rob - What crime or scandal is Sachin guilty of? Staying? Going? In today's world of doping, match-fixing, phone-hacking, bribery & all the rest! LOL! Steen's "Ex-captain's Log" is yet another Tendulkar inquisition. It's a nuanced copycat attempt to throw "mirror, mirror on the wall" darts at the Little Master in his worst moments of vulnerability. But Steen misses it completely. If "Duty can be a savage mistress" is his biggest crime, then which way is Rob's moral compass pointed? Any surprise he opens with a cheap salvo at India's poor millions? Or that he quotes an obscure English musician to make his "undroppable" case? Yes, the great man is down & struggling. But he's not a quitter. Sachin running away? How ludicrous! If there's any poet who can capture the very essence of Tendulkar, then it's got to be in the great Robert Frost's expressive words: "The woods are lovely, dark and deep; But I have promises to keep; And miles to go before I sleep; And miles to go before I sleep"!!

Posted by   on (December 15, 2012, 9:17 GMT)

Wonderfu sarcasm! Sachin perhaps has in his mind to add a couple of more feathers to his already Feathered Cap.He wishes to be the first Father-Son duo to grace the cricket field! Arjun get ready soon. another totally against his wish--Maximum DUCKS!

Posted by RAJA_06 on (December 14, 2012, 19:50 GMT)

Good Article....the selection panel has different yardsticks for different players. Dravid has been so consistent in the series against WI & ENG but he was forced to quit just for 1 series failure. Why not the same for Sachin, who has become a big liabiity in the team for over 2 years?

Posted by   on (December 14, 2012, 15:40 GMT)

I think this is the second time I have ever responded to a comment, but I feel compelled to point out that any sarcasm perceived is entirely unintended.

Posted by SachinM7 on (December 14, 2012, 10:47 GMT)

Sorry Mr. Rob Steen i dont really agree with you.. i dont think u can read his mind.. and i think no one can.. It is very easy to criticise him but after all its very difficult for you to stand with the legend and support him .. it is because you can never read the minds of his true supporters..

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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"

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