With memorable understatement and a conspicuous lack of fuss, Andrew Strauss resigned the England captaincy and retired from professional cricket.
A lifetime of ambition and achievement, a good living well made - gone,
finito. "You just know" he said, and you do. It washes over you. The
sheer pleasure of release, an orgasm of self-appraisal and realisation.
Then suddenly, the bearable lightness of being.
Typical Strauss. No glorification. No quivering lip, not even the blink
of an eye. Just the facts. There was no emotion. "I know where I'm at"
he said. Best to go when they ask why, not when. Apparently the energy
levels to get his batting sorted are somewhere in the ether, somewhere
lost in time. He is 35 years old. It is easy to forget that he started
quite late.
Remember the Lord's hundred on debut
and the second-innings 83 before Nasser Hussain ran him out? Only 2004.
Remember the white gauze and plaster on his ear lobe while celebrating
another hundred against Australia at Old Trafford in 2005? Remember the thrilling, horizontal left-handed catch at Trent Bridge the same summer? The counter-attack in Brisbane? The Ashes secured in Melbourne? The lifting of the urn in Sydney? The World Cup hundred for a tie in Bangaloure? All Strauss. All memories now.
Alistair Cook sat alongside him in the boardroom at the offices of the ECB. Unusual
that, the handing of the baton so immediate and public. Let Strauss have
his moment you thought before realising he was not looking for "a
moment". He was here because it was the next thing on the road. Like
Cook if you think about, the next thing on a road much travelled by
cricket's caravan.
These South Africans are consistent. Hussain, Michael Vaughan and now
"Straussy", as "Cookie" kept calling him. All three, victims of the
South Africans and a four-year cycle that ends with The Death of a
Captain. Graeme Smith has seen them all off. No wonder they call him
Biff.
So why did this intelligent and loyal man chose to move on? Not, he
insists, because of Kevin. There may be plenty about Kev that occupies
the Strauss mind but not enough to obscure his judgement. Quite likely,
the Pietersen issue made him consider staying in the job a little longer
- after all, it is unfinished business and there is nothing else about
Strauss that is unfinished. He is a man of symmetry: begin and end at
Lord's; play a hundred Tests, captain 50 of them. Twenty-one hundreds,
just like Pietersen; 27 fifties, just like Pietersen.
Even the recession of his hair is divided equally from the forehead's
remaining centre of growth. Oh no, KP was good reason to crack on -
another challenge, as sports folk like to say. But he didn't fall for
it. ("You just know.") So Kevin is Alastair's problem now. Big problem.
"Look, there is a process to go through" said Alastair, when asked if he
wanted Pietersen in his team. By which he meant, we need a punch up and
from it there is the chance of a kiss and make-up. He better hope it
comes off. The cupboard inherited is not so flush with batsmen. Stop for
a minute and think about replacements for Strauss at the top of the
order. There you go, it's not obvious.
Strauss retired because he had enough. Lucky him, no regrets. His
batting has slipped from a former height; his captaincy has lost
something of the midas touch; his team have lost six in 11 Tests; three
key bowlers have lost a bit of zip; catches are being dropped; the kids
at home are growing up fast; and so on.
Vaughan had a bad knee injury to decipher. Hussain had a lot of defeats
to ponder. Strauss, an exceptional cricketer marginally on the wrong
side of the hill, just wanted out. Unconditional, uncomplicated out. He
had been thinking about it all summer. He didn't like speculation about
his form and therefore his place in the team - remember the witch-hunt
last spring, yes, only last spring.
"I went down where the vultures feed / I would've got deeper but
there wasn't any need / I heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of
men / And it wasn't any difference to me"
Bob Dylan from his song "Dignity". That's Strauss for you, his own man: a
man of dig
nity. Honest, loyal and as good a captain of England as he
could have been, one of the best. His team that became No. 1 in the
world was also one of England's best. He made more than 7000 runs and
held more catches in an England shirt than any man. When asked how he
would like to be remembered, he said he hated the question, but added,
"Remember me for who I am."
He also said that he had gone at a good time, that he was proud of the
performance at Lord's when the team fought as one and, in the face of a
major disruption, made South Africa go the distance. Typical of Strauss
to see the upside. "What next?" said the long established cricket
correspondent of the Sun newspaper. "Hmmm. I think I'll have crack at being cricket correspondent of the Sun."
And that was pretty much that, upon which the press applauded him - a
most surprising occurrence on a most surprising day. Good night captain,
and good luck.
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