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Pietersen for vice-captain?

Instead of demonising him again, maybe it's time to give him some of the love he patently craves

Rob Steen

January 22, 2014

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Kevin Pietersen had to battle illness during his innings, Australia v England, 4th Test, Melbourne, 1st day, December 26, 2013
Kevin Pietersen: forever in the firing line © Getty Images

"In order to win you must be prepared to lose sometimes - and leave one or two cards showing."
- Van Morrison, "Hard Nose the Highway"

Don't write angry. I've bombarded thousands of journalism students with that advice - Britons, Africans, Asians, Americans, Chinese, all manner of Europeans and Scandinavians, even a Faroe Islander. The logic feels inarguable: emotions impair judgement, anger is the most dangerous emotion. Stand by, then, for some rank hypocrisy.

I'm writing angry now. Angry that the World Test Championship is about to bite the dust - a victim of the broadcasters' vice-like grip, yes, but also attributable to the ICC's lack of faith and imagination (i.e. half-heartedness). Angry at the alpha dogs of Australia, England and India, not because they are advocating a two-tier Test structure, an idea whose time has come, but because they demand exemption from relegation. Livid, frankly, that those same alpha dogs are apparently hell-bent bent on dragging us back to the dark ages of the veto.

More than this, I'm writing angry because of a more pressing and immediate threat to the selfish gene: I'm angry that those interminable Ashes aftershocks have rekindled the possibility that we have seen the last of the best, most refreshing and most inspiring cricketer to have played for my team in my lifetime. You know, that non-English Englishman whose appellation belongs in the first line of a novel about a scatty sociopath: "It never was easy being Kevin Peter Pietersen from Pietermaritzburg…" Prone as he is to being crucified, let's just call him St Pietersburg.

I'm also angry at the upper echelons of English cricket, those who benefit most materially and directly from his ravishing skills, childish enthusiasm, intoxicating positivism, liberating fearlessness and continent-sized ego. Especially Andy Flower and Alastair Cook, who by all accounts have drawn a line in the sand, dumped their foremost asset on one side and stationed themselves on the other in sentry boxes, Beefeaters at the gates of Ain't-No-I-In-Team Palace.

As an upshot, I'm angry at last week's footage of St Pietersburg and trolley trudging to the exit at Heathrow Airport: the pusher unsmiling, stiff-backed but head sheepishly inclined; alone and lost-boyish. How can someone who has brought so much joy and glory to his adopted nation, while richly entertaining so many millions elsewhere, be under siege yet again? Because it's time to play those trusty ancient games - Find The Scapegoat, Bash The Outsider and Nobble the Maverick. Helpfully, St Pietersburg ticks all three boxes.

Right now, bar any active NFL linebacker or Russian boxer who might be contemplating a public declaration of homosexuality, I can't think of a sportsman whose shoes I'd less like to borrow. Not because of the unending tittle-tattle of tweets or the bitchiness of the blogosphere, but because I'd never be allowed to rest on my laurels for five successive minutes.

Most, if not all, of those Ashes washouts have achieved enough for long enough to deserve another chance. They have earned some understanding, tolerance and forgiveness. Yet by some twisted logic, St Pietersburg seems to get less than Graeme Swann, who checked out of the sinking ship (an understandable decision made by someone who genuinely felt he had nothing left to give) then flew home business-class (a possibly generous guess) while his mates continued drowning (not quite so understandable).

Are memories that short, that susceptible to sudden shutdown? Magnificent and unforgettable solos from that percussive bat have turned and/or decided matches, series and tournaments, at home and abroad. Not six months have passed since the painstaking century that thwarted an Australian revival at Old Trafford; barely a year since the 186 in Mumbai that supplied the momentum for England's unlikeliest revival in a Test rubber since 1981. Ravi Bopara's citing of Cook as the nation's foremost cricketer was a sweet gesture but almost laughably beyond the call of duty, let alone loyalty or mateship.

In addition, for all his lapses, and as modest a feat as it undoubtedly was on paper, our wayward latter-day saint topped England's Ashes run-makers. Not by insisting on doing it his way, either, but by adapting and modifying, embracing self-restraint and sometimes self-harm, sticking it out and grinding it out, yearning and straining for substance, abstaining from style. And what did he get for all that sweat and unnaturalness? Rumbles and hints and believed-to-have-saids. Whispers, snipes and snide asides. Noisy no-comments, damningly faint praise and dastardly double-speak.

David Gower was the last comparable English scapegoat. A victim of class warfare in every possible sense, he was driven into premature retirement by the puritans, among them Graham Gooch, whose career might already have ended in the Caribbean had Gower not persuaded him not to quit mid-tour

Let's suppose Flower really has threatened to resign should St Pietersburg retain any limited influence he may or may not actually exert. There is, of course, a foundry of irony in this. Did the latter not fling down an exceedingly similar gauntlet in his self-injurious efforts to get shot of coach Peter Moores? Moreover, during the course of the same shamelessly Machiavellian campaign, did he not he also try to get the batting coach bumped off?

To leave that anger simmering would be all too human. To flagrantly mix my metaphors, could we blame Flower for bringing it back to the boil now that the tide has turned? The rules of scapegoating demand it.


"The trouble with the Hollies was that they got content." So Graham Nash recently recalled of the accomplished Manchester popsters he left to make millions with Crosby, Stills and Young and shack up with Joni Mitchell. To these eyes, that's what happened to England at The Oval last August.

What happens when hunger fades - or worse, dies? What happens once you have converted all your chances and scored all your goals, or an unhealthy proportion thereof? The vast majority of us spend our entire lives missing most of ours, often by miles - but maybe we're the lucky ones. What happens to those who score most of theirs before middle age? Some find new goals; some settle for the nourishment of memories; some lose the will to strive, even live. Without goals, purpose wanes.

For Cook and company, winning in India was a once-in-a-generation high, following another in Australia 12 months earlier. Was the former an Everest conquered too early by a new captain? Cue a deceptive and delusional 3-0 victory over the oldest enemy, triggering a slither into contentment and, inevitably, complacency. The 2013 Ashes was a victory for passive-aggressive, largely auto-pilot cricket, played by men whose ambitions had been more or less sated. Meeting the same fragile but improving opponents three months later was never likely to reinvigorate appetites.

And so to the scapegoat-hunting, and those ritual recitations of St Pietersburg's misdemeanours, actual and alleged: the pretence that the quota system forced him to flee his homeland; that tri-lion tattoo, a slap in the chops South Africans still resent; the tactless texts and twittish tweets; the vanity, the self-pity and the lone-wolf-in-sheep's-clothing. And as the quality of life recedes for most English citizens, so the scapegoating intensifies; as fair game, in a land ever more beset by gross inequality, St Pietersburg is almost up there with immigrants, benefit "scroungers" and Ed Milliband's late Marxist father.

David Gower was the last comparable English scapegoat. A victim of class warfare in every possible sense, he was driven into premature retirement by the puritans, among them Graham Gooch, whose career might already have ended in the Caribbean had Gower not persuaded him not to quit mid-tour. We live in more enlightened times, but it doesn't seem terribly different now. Bones and sense of belonging permitting, there could be a couple more years of profitable eruptions left in St Pietersburg's bat; why waste them even more wantonly than Gower's artier contributions?

Belonging seems to matter at least as much as bones, so something radical is required. According to Mark Butcher, whenever St Pietersburg graces The Oval as a Surrey man, the awed teenagers he addresses hang on his every syllable. I'm inclined to interpret this not as a facile observation but an indication not only that he has much to pass on, but the desire to inspire. And if he wants to inspire, maybe now is the time - and no, not for a nanosecond did I ever imagine I would type these words - to entrust him with greater responsibility - as vice-captain. Should Cook decide this leadership lark really is a bit much, alternatives are not exactly queuing up.

Not only could promotion replenish that permanently thirsty ego, keeping it massaged and focused, it might curb the temptation for its owner to emulate Nash and throw his lot in with those chart-toppers I, P & L - and any other band willing to make him feel special.

Promotion would also demonstrate how much St Pietersburg is valued, needed, maybe even wanted. The last bit is crucial. Not since our lone lengthy conversation in 2001 have I had much cause to adjust that first impression: more than just about any sportsman I've come across, he craves acceptance, affection, Special Onehood and yes, love. Inevitably, given that hopelessly naive seduction technique, stands and sofas have been easier to enchant than colleagues or committees.

I fully realise that all this smacks irretrievably of Nash and Co, joss-sticks and smelly Afghan coats. On the other hand, I'm not against preferential treatment in the right context, depending on the nature and manner of the treatment, and especially when it comes to those joybringers who compel us to contradict ourselves. Sure, they play fast and loose, bet outrageously and always leave one or two cards showing, but just as Australia should have taken a punt on Captain Shane, so England's ace could be worth one now.

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

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Posted by   on (January 23, 2014, 14:13 GMT)

I'm so glad that I'm not the only one "confused" by the assertion that KP is the reason for the whitewash. If KP goes, surely Cook has to go given the number of runs (not) scored. Well said Rob Steen.

Basically the team is burnt out, with no more drive.

Posted by   on (January 23, 2014, 5:41 GMT)

@Landl47 - Remind me how many times you've met KP? Must be quite a few if you know how bright he is/ isn't.

Posted by espncricinfomobile on (January 23, 2014, 1:07 GMT)

Australia once had an individualist called Shane Warne and I recall he did rather well . I think Pietersen may be better off retiring from test and playing 20/20 and 2015 World Cup .

Posted by 2.14istherunrate on (January 23, 2014, 0:51 GMT)

When I read all the sad sad rubbish my fellow country men spew out about KP I am left wonder about their minds and inability to appreciate a genius whose entertainment value is such that I cannot think of too many comparable talents. I despise those who knock KP. The things they write about him make me mad! That he cannot be regarded like Viv was is such an insult to the man. The twisted nasty things they say and all the facile arguments produced make me incredulous of them and theiir petty minded jealousy. But as you observe, Gower was not treated too well either. I think British love mediocrity too much and would rather worship a latter day Chris Tavare.

Posted by   on (January 23, 2014, 0:08 GMT)

I am a die hard Aussie cricket fan......and Australia beating England in cricket is always very sweet. And whose wicket am I most relieved at seeing fall every innings? Yes, KP.

I cannot understand how KP - no matter how infuriating and arrogant I find him to be - is not the first pick in any 'England' side, be it Tests, ODI or T20. He is a game changer, a game winner.

The best way forward for England would be to make KP captain; and get Vaughnie to be the coach. Michael Vaughan knows how to handle KP, and besides that, Vaughnie is a very smart thinking cricketer who demands respect through his past accomplishments.

Of course one part of me hopes this doers not happen, as it will lessen Australia's chances of retaining the Ashes in 2015 !

Posted by Cricket_theBestGame on (January 22, 2014, 23:05 GMT)

eng needs to follow aus lead and appoint a english coach from not so yesteryears. someone like paul collingwood or even vaughn would be good. remove this layer of professionalism cra# and eng team will come good again. cricketers need to play as per their talent and freedom. and not forget enjoyment.

KP, if eng dumps you i hope PCB picks you and makes you captain !!

Posted by landl47 on (January 22, 2014, 21:23 GMT)

The oly problem is that he would make a poor captain, due to the fact that's he's not very bright.

If there's a cure for that, I've yet to see it.

Posted by   on (January 22, 2014, 21:22 GMT)

@MaruthuDelft Almost got it right. I would amend yours to show Prior the door as well. Morgan for vice captain. Or anyone else, really. But above all else, Flower should go, if Pietersen is to be the captain. Flower's flog-a-dead-horse style really clashes with Pietersen's grab-the-bull-by-the-horns style. However, this is England we're talking about. Dead horses are par for the course, and the staid, predictable, colorless, flavorless, uninteresting and dull Zimbabwean is perfect for the job. No room for flamboyance, or a bit of spice. The latter get them runs of the wrong kind.

Posted by AjayB on (January 22, 2014, 20:36 GMT)

Leadership is all about wanting everyone around you getting better. The best player in the team is not always the leader. It takes a lot more - a desire to perform well together, willingness to give up some things for common cause. When Tom Brady takes a lot less for salary to get more better players for his team, that is leadership. When an Anil Kumble bats with a broken jaw, that says something. Not that they are great players. They walk the talk. If the reports that his team mates do not like him are even partly right, this article asking KP be made Vice-Captain has no merit. Cook is a great leader because he takes it on the chin and moves on. Most people like flash and smoke and mirrors, but that does not really work in a team sport. This recommendation is against conventional logic and will definitely back-fire.

Posted by android_user on (January 22, 2014, 19:30 GMT)

Fantastic article, would love to hear Kev's close harmonies! They either involve him fully or cut him loose.

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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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