This is the best article on how unsporting Australia have been. Khalid Ansari is a very long time sportswriter.
That's being unsporting, Mr Ponting
By: Khalid A-H Ansari
November 9, 2004
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Since he is no man’s fool, Ricky Ponting must have an exceedingly low opinion of Rahul Dravid’s intelligence as also a vainglorious estimation of his own powers of persuasion.
How else can one explain the Aussie captain’s reported suggestion to the India stand-in captain to join him in a formal protest over the Wankhede Stadium wicket, which the tourists querulously blame for their defeat in last week’s Mumbai Test?
Upon his return to Sydney on Sunday, Ponting, in an outburst of injured self-righteousness, said he would register his dissatisfaction with the wicket in his official captain’s match report to the International Cricket Council (ICC).
And, believe it or not, Ponting actually believes that he can “enlist the support of Dravid to impress on the need to have more genuine Test pitches.”
“Genuine” Test pitches? Please enlighten us, skipper: what is a “genuine” Test pitch as against a counterfeit one?
Mr Ponting: Is a “genuine” wicket one on which the ball rears menacingly at head and torso, terrifyingly whistling past the chins and ears of hapless batsmen, unaccustomed to fiery pace and pronounced lift as at Perth or in New Zealand, making a mockery of the sporting concept of a level playing field?
For a long time now, batsmen from around the world, unaccustomed to playing on such minefields, have been easy meat for Australia’s gleeful lethal fast bowlers, who have terrorized them on home turf to set the stage for victory.
The strange aspect is that Ricky Ponting cannot possibly have forgotten the shellacking received at the hands of the New Zealand pace bowlers on hazardous wickets during the drawn series in that country in 2001-02.
Nor, indeed, have the Indians completely overcome the nightmare of the 2002-03 tour of NZ, and South Africa of the 2003-04 series there.
Sourav Ganguly’s side took the “sub-standard” wickets in their stride without whingeing. And, if memory serves one right, so did the Aussies.
So why the whining now?
Perhaps because they were denied the desperately wanted 3-0 victory? Perhaps because this would have enabled the captain himself to claim credit for a Test win in the series?
If Ponting had his way, he would have all Indian wickets similar to the vexed one at Nagpur, which, resembled the green tops in Australia, thanks to the illogical obduracy of Nagpur officials and grounds man Kishor Pradhan, who had no compunction in cutting their noses to spite their faces.
Ponting has the temerity to pontificate gratuitously that “India’s cricket would be better served with wickets such as the seamer-friendly one at Nagpur”, which, we may add, caused Messrs McGrath, Gillespie and Kasprowicz to rub their eyes in disbelief and salivate in anticipation, upon first setting eyes upon it.
The Aussie pacemen capitalised gleefully upon the manna from heaven offered by India’s feuding officials and sent the Indian batsmen to the cleaners to carve out an emphatic, impressive win that enabled their team to breach what Steve Waugh termed the Final Frontier.
It is very possible that – the grounds man’s gift apart – but for rain and the benevolence of wicket-keeper Parthiv Patel, the series could have been drawn 2-2, enabling India to retain the Border-Gavaskar Trophy. But, then, this is in the realm of “If my aunt had been a man, she would have been my uncle” ifs and buts.
One would have thought that Ponting, with his 80-Test experience would have fathomed by now that any home team in the pantheon of international cricket, from almost the advent of the game of cricket, has had the acknowledged right to prepare wickets to suit its own bowlers.
Thus it has been and so it shall remain, unless the ICC decrees otherwise.
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For Ponting to attribute his team’s 13-run defeat solely to a wicket he describes as “sub-standard”, without regard for his team’s remarkable gutless capitulation in the second innings is unsporting, in poor taste and smacks of sour grapes.
After all, it is not as though two separate wickets – one for the Aussies and one for the home side – were prepared for the Test.
The assured manner in which Sachin Tendulkar and VVS Laxman batted on the third (and last morning) of the Test while putting on 91 runs in 119 minutes in positive fashion to lay the foundation for a shock victory, expose Ponting’s diatribe for what it is.
Australia’s batsmen were the victims of their own incompetence against top-class spin bowling brought on by needless, self-induced panic through sheer fear of what the Indian spinners would do on a crumbling wicket, after the unexpected success of part-time spin bowler Michael Clarke (six wickets for nine runs), caused, again, by some inept batting on the part of India’s lower-order batsmen.
Former Test captain, Polly Umrigar, who supervised the preparation of the controversial wicket, has stated that “Ponting dug his own grave” in that the exaggerated turn which the wicket produced in the fourth innings was the result – or folly – of the Aussie skipper who should have known, as even Mumbai maidan captains do, that the use of the half-tonne heavy roller by him twice would break up the hard wicket.
There were simply no ghouls in the wicket. All the kerfuffle is nothing but what we were taught at school about a bad workman blaming his tools or naach na jaane aangan teda (the bad dancer blames the dance floor).
Ponting is reported as saying, “It’s the sort of wicket where you’re always in two minds about what to do”.
He goes on to add, “If you try to stand there and defend, you’re eventually going to get out. If you try to play a shot here and there you’re a good chance of getting out as well. You can’t fault any of the guys. We tried our hardest and we ended up getting close.”
How’s that for tautology?
But then, Mr Ponting, doesn’t unpredictability of wickets make cricket the gloriously uncertain game it is renowned to be? Surely, you don’t expect the rest of the world to tailor-make green-top wickets for your bowlers and batsmen to perpetuate your status as world champions?
Mr Ponting, you are the leader of an awesome team that is, undeniably, in a class of its own. Your demeanour should, therefore, be in keeping with your mighty deeds on the field.
We are tempted to believe that Adam Gilchrist, your deputy who so ably led your team to victory, could never be guilty of the kind of churlishness and indiscretion that you have shown.
This reminds one of the rather simplistic story that was in vogue when we were at school: This mother takes her six-year old son to a psychiatrist and explains that he stealthily puts anything he likes in the supermarket into his pocket.
“What could the problem be, doctor?” she asks with great concern.
“There’s no problem, ma’m. Your son is just a thief.”
Don’t look for scapegoats in the wicket, Mr Ponting. Your batsmen were gauche last Friday. And, with death staring them in the face, the Indian spinners bowled superbly. It’s as simple as that.