England's Great Escape - Part Two

It certainly makes for an exciting and dramatic diversion from the bleak midwinter we are currently enduring, but if I have to listen to any more last wicket heroics from G. Onions & Co. I’m not sure that my heart will be able to withstand the pressure. The euphoria of relief in England’s hairy escapology in the First and Third Tests against South Africa outweighs the pleasure in the convincing innings victory in Durban.

The crucial element in any sporting delight is the joy of the unexpected and when the result is not known until the last possible moment. However laudable and merited the Second Test win proved to be, the game had none of the excruciating tension of the drawn matches when serenity gave way to danger and potential failure with such alacrity that a loss seemed inevitable on both occasions. It is the strange and perverse nature of sport that the pleasure derived from two draws outweighs that of a convincing victory.

But none of the tense heroics of the late order batsmen or the stoic partnership of Bell and Collingwood would have been required if one of the top order batsman had not failed so dismally at Cape Town. Kevin Pietersen is quickly becoming a liability to this England team with his show pony (or should that be stallion) antics; his disregard of the team’s cause is at odds with his teammates. He is undoubtedly one of the most talented players in the world and can dominate any bowling attack when well established.

At the moment he is being picked solely on reputation and certainly not on form nor spirit as his contribution to the team in this series has been negligible. Maybe he is in the side to attract the flak of the South African public for whom he acts as a pantomime villain, and this then allows the other players to hide in relative anonymity behind his huge frame. Looking at the stats for the Cape Town test Pietersen lasted a grand total of 24 balls and amassed 6 runs. When what was required was crease occupation and accumulation he achieved neither.

He was the worst performing of all the top order batsman on either side in terms of number of balls faced (24), runs scored (6) and average (3) over this test. In fact he was the worst performing batsman in all of these categories for the whole England side apart from one area – Onions faced only 20 balls but the big difference was the No.11 was not dismissed in either innings, showing admirable grit and application.

So if the final test match in Johannesburg goes to the wire I know who I would want to be at the crease if the game needs saving and we need the right mixture of character, spirit and determination and his name is not Kevin Pietersen. Would the selectors dare to drop him? It’s highly unlikely but would be justified but that doesn’t mean it will happen. Maybe he is being used as a screen for Broad’s fancy footwork or Anderson’s ham-fisted handiwork.

First Test fluctuates around stubborn Pietersen

When will Kevin Pietersen learn? The answer is probably never and his advocates will insist that if he plays cavalier shots and dies by the sword then so be it. Pietersen himself justified the shot by saying he has been very successful with the sweep shot but that is poppycock. He will never become a truly classy test batsman if he continues to get out in the asinine way he did today.

In attempting to sweep the generally benign and toothless Hauritz from way outside the off stump he only succeeded in hitting the ball on to his helmet and deflecting a looping catch to Katich. He looked a fool and it is the fact that he is so talented yet so stubborn that makes him such an infuriating mixture.

It was an intriguing day’s cricket in Cardiff, which has happily confirmed that test cricket is still the only game in town. The subtle evolution of the first day’s affairs, where the game swung this way and that and then back again, was both entertaining and interesting.

The first session undoubtedly belonged to the Australians as the top three English batsmen got themselves out to injudicious shots. The pitch lacked any spite and the bowling was not exactly venomous, so England surrendered the advantage of batting first by some sloppy batting.

The flow then went England’s way in the middle session guided by the combination of Pietersen and Collingwood who provided grit and determination when it was most needed. Adding just over 100 and losing no wickets meant tea was taken with England in the ascendancy.

Collingwood’s lame dismissal alongside Pietersen’s shameful one handed the initiative back to the Australians in the last session, only for Prior and Flintoff to swing things back the other way with a rapid partnership which ended when the admirable Siddle got his just rewards for his indefatigable spirit when he cleaned up both of them just before the close of play.

The beauty of test cricket was encapsulated here as each team enjoyed periods of dominance, which were halted only for the initiative to be given back. Both teams will feel satisfaction mingled with disappointment, and the balance of play is such that it is not clear who eventually “won” the day.

If England fail to reach 400 then they will have missed out and given the Australians a chance which may be the crucial difference. Through all the ebb and flow of this match one thing of which we can be certain is that Pietersen will continue to be both impressive and irritating.

Was England's Jamaican capitulation a surprise?

So should we be surprised by the dismal performance of England’s cricketers in the first test at Sabina Park? The warning signs were there a few months ago when I heard Hugh Morris, the recently appointed Team Managing Director for ECB, speaking during the Indian tour on radio and all he came out with were corporate platitudes and management babble. Although he was interviewed for a couple of minutes there was hardly any mention of cricketing matters, it was all about structure and targets. This man had clearly spent too long burying his head in MBA handbooks rather than Wisden.

The second sign of something going amiss was the clumsy and inept removal of both Pietersen and Moores at one fell swoop. To lose your captain suddenly is disturbing, but to also lose the coach at the same time creates turmoil and disruption. Morris and his men must have missed out on reading the chapter in their management tomes on making succession a smooth and almost organic process. They decided, in their infinite wisdom, to go down the fractious and unsettling route. The whole furore over the loss of both captain and coach centred on who told tales and alongside stories of cliques in the team, it all began to resemble a pathetic playground squabble.

Through the whole squalid episode English cricket lost dignity, leadership and respect and that is not a basis for the “high performance culture” so enamoured by the new guard at the ECB. If this had been the bungling of the old style stuffed shirts we would have all nodded and wryly observed that’s what you get when you have traditionalists in charge. But we are in the modern era and there is really no excuse for such amateur incompetence.

Focus is another word/ concept that is so beloved of the new management and is often seen as the panacea to any sporting sides’ problems. Unfortunately, focus has been lost amid the squabbling and rancour of the weeks running up to the tour of the West Indies. Hazarding a guess at what occupied the players’ minds the first few would revolve around how would KP react to losing the captaincy after such a brief reign, who is going to be the new temporary coach, who is going to be the new permanent coach and when will they be appointed, how will Andrew Strauss get on as captain, how much will x be worth in IPL auction. Another major question was how would this affect chances in this summer’s Ashes.

Whilst these are understandable considerations in the circumstances, there was one oversight, which undermined the team and probably led to the debacle of the second innings in Jamaica. There was hardly room to give any thought to the opposition and such thoughtlessness is bound to leave a team exposed to underperformance. This lack of preparation was borne out of the combination of internecine strife and an arrogance that the West Indies were merely there as cannon fodder in the build-up to Australia at home. So scrambling to a total of 51 and losing by an innings should not have been a surprise to most, but one feels that those in charge are scratching their heads as they check their spreadsheets one more time.