
December 22, 2007
Galle's cricket windfall
Posted by Andrew Miller on 12/22/2007 in England in Sri Lanka, 2007-08
After all the hassles and hardships that went into the staging of the Galle Test match, the end result has been a triumph. Never mind what happens on the final day of the series, the impact is already abundantly clear from looking around the ground and the town itself. There is an air of renewal in the streets, even one of optimism. Perhaps it's a temporary glow, fuelled by the sense of occasion, but somehow I think not. The region has been put back on the map this week, and this time for the right reasons.
Vast swathes of Galle still look tired, as well they might after the devastation that the tsunami brought about, three years ago this week. The bus station behind the ground, which felt the fullest impact of the waves, has been particularly slow to recover. But the local economy has been vibrant this week, fuelled in no small part by 4000 England fans who've packed the bars and beach resorts, and lined the pockets of the innumerable tuk-tuk drivers who buzz around in anticipation of a windfall.
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December 18, 2007
Galle completes its comeback
Posted by Andrew Miller on 12/18/2007 in England in Sri Lanka, 2007-08

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It was almost like Test cricket had never been away
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After all the angst and uncertainty, it was as if we'd never been away. Up until the moment that the first ball was bowled, the doubts still lingered about the readiness of the venue, but after three traumatic years, nothing was going to prevent this comeback from being completed. International cricket is back in Galle, and on the evidence of a brief but eventful day's play, it won't be departing again in a hurry.
It was, quite simply, a blisteringly hot day. Some forecasters claimed it was 97% humidity, but it was hard to spot the 3% of Matthew Hoggard's brow that wasn't drenched in sweat. But for the punters around the stands, the heat was nothing but a blessing - most of them had feared this would turn into a sub-tropical Glastonbury, but the brutal conditions did away with all the mud and ensured that the duckboards upon which their chairs were perched didn't sink below the boundary boards.
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December 12, 2007
Cooking the senses at the SSC
Posted by Andrew Miller on 12/12/2007 in England in Sri Lanka, 2007-08
He's better known now for his dulcet early-morning tones on Test Match Special, but there was a time, a couple of decades ago, when Jonathan Agnew was a firebrand fast bowler with international aspirations. In a famous outburst on the England A tour to Sri Lanka in 1986, Aggers' fieriness became all too literal:
"It's ****ing red hot on the field, and when you come off it's ****ing red hot in the dressing-room, and then, what do you get for lunch, ****ing red hot curry!"
What Agnew failed to mention was the life-enhancing magnificence of the said curries - if, of course, they are anything like the ones we've been fed in the press-box during the course of the first two Tests. Great steaming vats of chicken and fish with deceptively mellifluous aromas, they pack the sort of punch that Ricky Hatton lacked in Las Vegas, and reduce me to tears of admiration on a daily basis.
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December 8, 2007
Surrey's cricket gift to tsunami victims
Posted by Andrew Miller on 12/08/2007 in England in Sri Lanka, 2007-08

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Surrey's cricket aid has helped rehouse victims of the Asian tsunami
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In less than three weeks' time, Sri Lanka will commemorate the third anniversary of the worst natural disaster ever to hit the island's shores. On Boxing Day 2004, more than 35,000 lives were lost and a further half-a-million people were left homeless when a gigantic earthquake off the coast of Indonesia sent waves of up to 30 metres crashing into the country. The devastation was apocalyptic, particularly along the Southern and Eastern coastlines, but in the years since, many lives have been pieced back together, often with aid from overseas.
One such project has been initiated by Surrey County Cricket Club. Six months after the disaster, Surrey held a Tsunami Relief match at The Oval, between an Asian XI and the Rest of the World. Stars such as Brian Lara and Sachin Tendulkar took part in the event and helped to raise £1 million. This week, in the break between the first and second Tests, a party of British journalists got a chance to see just how effectively that money had been used.
The village of Magonna lies approximately an hour and a half south of Colombo. It is accessible from the coast road, via a long and bumpy dirt track that winds through rice plantations and coconut groves, before opening out into a wide open plain that, until last year, was nothing more than bushland. It is here that the Surrey Cricket Village has been created. It is a haven of 45 new-built houses, perched on a hilltop and providing sturdy shelter for some of the worst affected survivors. Each of the residents lost not only their homes and livelihoods, but at least three members of their immediate family.
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December 3, 2007
The official unofficial England fanzine
Posted by Andrew Miller on 12/03/2007 in England in Sri Lanka, 2007-08

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The Corridor of Uncertainty, doesn't shirk from the big issues
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In the weeks since Duncan Fletcher's autobiography hit the bookshelves, every pundit and his dog has taken the chance to dissect the revelations within and, in turn, assess his impact on English cricket over the past seven years. But few publications have summed up the debate as pithily as the one which appeared in the stands of the Asgiriya stadium this afternoon. "Duncan Fletcher," splashed the headline on The Corridor of Uncertainty, the official unofficial England cricket fanzine. "Genius or T***?"
As it happens, the latter opinion came out on top in a ruthlessly scientific study, by 31 points to 20, but you'll have to pop over to Kandy and buy your own copy to examine the working. They are readily available, at 400 rupees each, from the blond bloke with the ethnic man-bag and the faded England Test shirt, as once owned by Matthew Hoggard. He is Andy Clark, the mag's founder, editor and publisher, and a fixture of the England touring contingent for nigh on a decade.
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December 1, 2007
Kandy, the upturned octopus
Posted by Andrew Miller on 12/01/2007 in England in Sri Lanka, 2007-08
It's fair to say I hadn't a clue where I was when I awoke on Friday morning. I knew the name of my hotel, but that's about it, having arrived under the cover of darkness following a busy day of pre-match build-up at both the ground and the team hotel. I vaguely remembered a long, winding, never-ending journey from Kandy town centre to what felt like the highest peak in the land, but that was about it.
I've since discovered I really was in the middle of nowhere, which goes some way towards explaining my disorientation. You see, living and working in Kandy is a bit like living and working on an upturned octopus. Most of the action takes place right in the middle in the town itself, a bustling focal-point with a welcome air of tranquility thanks to that glorious lake at the base of innumerable hills and hummocks. Most of the sleeping, on the other hand, takes place up, up, up and away.
It makes perfect sense. The cool mountainous air, the stunning panoramas, the karmic seclusion. It's what every human being in their right minds would want at the end of a hard day's chiselling at the workplace. And hence the only hotels worth frequenting are as far removed from each other as is humanly possible.
Going down is the easy bit. Your tuk-tuk arrives at 8.30am, and off you go, freewheeling recklessly through the hamlets and roadworks and the inevitable dozing dogs. The bumps and jolts are part of the ride, as you whizz towards your workplace with fragments of scenery popping into view at every hairpin corner. It's exhilarating to tell the truth, although not without its perils - one colleague told me yesterday how a similar journey in India had resulted in an emergency operation after the boneshaking dislodged a previously unnoticed kidney stone.
Getting home at night is the trickier part. For starters it's invariably darker, but that's the least of one's troubles. It's the poor tuk-tuks that are the problems. Two-stroke engines are designed to power chainsaws, not scrambler motorcycles, and the sensation you get as you scrape your way up a 2-in-1 gradient is rather like clinging to the coat-tails of an apoplectic hornet. The oil-curdling whine of the engine has to be heard to be believed, and the speed rarely exceeds a stiff jog.
In the end you find yourself clinging to the handrail in front of you, not out of fear, but in the vain belief that by doing so you might help in some way to pull the contraption along with you. It's utterly exhausting, which is perhaps another reason for the positioning of these hotels. By the time you finally reach them, you never fail to have a good night's sleep.
November 30, 2007
The venue that karma forgot
Posted by Andrew Miller on 11/30/2007 in England in Sri Lanka, 2007-08

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Marcus Trescothick poses among a collection of Buddha statues during the 2003 tour
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And yet, how contrary the experience often turns out to be. England have been to Asgiriya twice before, in 2000-01 and 2003-04, and on each occasion their karmic brownie points have been drained as efficiently as the city's famous Temple of the Tooth is said to top them up. Both matches were coloured by some of the filthiest bouts of temper on a cricket field this decade, all of which is enough to make a monk blush.
The first fixture, in 2000-01, was indisputably the worst. Sanath Jayasuriya was given out caught at slip after hammering the ball into the ground, and hurled his helmet into the boundary boards in frustration. Kumar Sangakkara used his lawyerly logic to get so far under the skin of England's intellectual opener, Mike Atherton, that a bout of irate finger-jabbing ensued. And fines were flung around like confetti by the authoritarian match referee, Hanumant Singh, a man after whom Duncan Fletcher later named his souvenir of the trip - a giant wooden elephant.
The only man who felt any karmic blessings in that game was England's captain, Nasser Hussain. He was in the middle of a shocking run of form, interspersed with some outrageous umpiring decisions, and had managed a solitary fifty in 21 innings since the start of 2000. Now he was twice caught at bat-pad and twice given not out by the less-than-hawk-eyed local umpire, BC Cooray, en route to the century that set England up for a memorable and rancorous win.
But what comes around goes around, and three years later, Hussain was back in the ranks and back in the eye of the storm, after a less-than-civil greeting to Muttiah Muralitharan as he came out to bat in Sri Lanka's first innings. A pair of expletives, and the words "cheat" and "chucker" were widely believed to have been used, and though Hussain escaped without censure after a late-night meeting with the match referee, Clive Lloyd, he was given a sound chastising by the local media, one of whom wrote a leading article warning "Mr Hussain" to "tread lightly and mind your manners".
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Sadly, for all the fun and furores that the Asgiriya has provided since its inaugural Test in 1983, its days as an international venue are strictly numbered. A new, purpose-built stadium has been commissioned at Pallekele, on the eastern outskirts of the town, and despite all the delays, disputes and planning hassles so associated with such constructions, it is expected to be up and running in time for the 2011 World Cup.
The principle problem with the Asgiriya is its ownership. The ground is the private property of Trinity College - whose alumni include Kumar Sangakkara and Ranjan Madugalle, not to mention a host of politicians and businessmen - and though the beauty of the ground is not in question, the revenue potential most certainly is.
The Asgiriya has not got much of a capacity either - there's only one permanent stand, above the players' pavilion, while the best seats in the house are the sole preserve of the Old Trinitians' Sports Club, whose exclusive clubhouse at deep midwicket is only accessible from the road.
Then there's the media facilities. Perfectly adequate for the print media, who delight in their open-fronted whitewashed vantage point, but not quite so ideal for the various TV and radio companies who jostle for cables and soundproofing on the echoing upper deck. Unless they schedule a warm-up for future tours, England will never play here again, and India in 2008 are likely to be the last visitors. It's sad to say farewell, but let's enjoy the venue while it lasts.
November 27, 2007
Brass necks, and the anatomy of a scoreboard
Posted by Andrew Miller on 11/27/2007 in England in Sri Lanka, 2007-08

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The Sri Lankan Army Band. They still need a bit of practice
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You get used to strange tooting noises when you're out and about in Colombo. The city is a constant cacophony of klaxons and horns, and if enough of them sound in sequence, it can sometimes seem musical.
It's a little bit more confusing, however, when designated musicians end up sounding like a fleet of frustrated tuk-tuk drivers. For the last two days of England's warm-up, a strangulated brassy din has been wafting across the breeze from the car-park of the SSC, where the Sri Lankan military band have been practising their scales ahead of their gala performance during the second Test.
As their tuba player explained between puffs, the band are being lined up to provide lunchtime entertainment - though on which days he wasn't yet sure - and when all their efforts come together they intend to delight the punters with a medley of old favourites, such as the Sri Lankan national anthem, and Land of Hope and Glory.
Fortunately there's still a fortnight to go before the grand opening night. Goodness knows they need it. Maybe their performance will benefit from being on the big stage, but for the time being, they've chosen to congregate behind the NCC's whitewashed brick sightscreen, which must be rather like trying to produce your best innings on a scratchy coconut-matting net.
They've been out of sight, but most certainly not out of mind. "Are we disturbing you?" asked the band members yesterday morning, as the Sky Sports team lined up their shots of the day's play. "Not at all," came the ever-polite reply. Forty-eight hours of involuntary trumpet later, and several peculiarly soundtracked snippets, they are possibly ruing their stoicism.
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November 25, 2007
Descriptions of the Nondescripts
Posted by Andrew Miller on 11/25/2007 in England in Sri Lanka, 2007-08

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The new pavilion at the NCC
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I jumped in my tuk-tuk this morning and asked the driver to take me to "Nondescripts Cricket Club", the venue for England's second warm-up match. I might as well have asked him to take me to Grace Road, because he looked decidedly nonplussed. I tried again, a little more phonetically - still no joy, and the clock was ticking. So I changed tack. "NCC?" I enquired. He roared with laughter, pumped his engine into life, and hurtled off at a canter.
Such is the power of the acronym. In England, only one such club could get away with being known by its initials, and even then most taxi-drivers would need you to specify "Lord's" if you wanted to get there. In Colombo, there are three lined up on the same signpost, as you turn off the main thoroughfare and head for the tranquil environs of Cinnamon Gardens.
NCC, CCC and SSC. Three venerable first-class clubs, each a six-hit away from the other, and each with its own unique history. From the air the three clubs form an L-shape as they line up along Maitland Place - CCC on the west side of the road, NCC directly opposite, and SSC one click to the south. As England's game got underway, a certain familiar face could be seen peering like a ticketless fan through the mesh fence that divides the two properties. It was Muttiah Muralitharan, spying on his opponents ahead of a Sri Lankan training session at the Sinhalese Sports Club (to give it its full and less familiar title).
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November 24, 2007
A troubled paradise
Posted by Andrew Miller on 11/24/2007 in England in Sri Lanka, 2007-08

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Chilled out: One local inhabitant isn't too bothered by the tight security in Colombo
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Two books caught my eye as I was perusing the gift shop at the team hotel this morning, killing time before England's training session began. In among the postcards, guidebooks and polka-dotted bikinis were a pair of weighty publications, "Fractured Paradise" and "A Divided Isle", that told the tale of the traumas that have undermined Sri Lanka's standing on the world stage.
By rights, Sri Lanka should be one of the world's most alluring tourist hotspots. It has it all - ancient civilisations, stunning beaches, friendly people and an appealing night-life, to name but a few of its ticks in the box. None other than Marco Polo rated it as "the finest island of its size" that he ever encountered, and he saw a fair bit in his time.
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November 22, 2007
Reporting from the verandah
Posted by Andrew Miller on 11/22/2007 in England in Sri Lanka, 2007-08

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The players' tent is not the most comfortable place to be when Colombo's daily deluge arrives
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Who says that journalistic standards are slipping? Not the members of the media lined up at the Colombo Cricket Club, that's for sure. Four years ago, on England's last visit, we were housed in the bleak but undeniably functional whitewashed press box next to the scoreboard at the far end of the ground. The view of the pitch was excellent, although the creaky wooden trestle tables, intermittent power supplies and tandoori oven atmosphere were less so. Also, the vantage-point came with a certain sense of detachment, as all the action seemed to take place in and around the grand colonial pavilion at the opposite end of the ground.
Things are much more civilised this time around. Now the press are lined up on the pavilion verandah, beneath a bank of pankahs, with easy access to the fridge, the internet, the bar (post-play only, of course), and not least, the players. Quite what the players themselves make of the new arrangements is a matter of debate, however. They've been shunted down the steps and onto the grass beneath us, where they've spent the last three days lounging beneath a blue boxing-ring sized marquee - which is not the most comfortable place to be when Colombo's daily deluge arrives …
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November 20, 2007
Cobra stops play
Posted by Andrew Miller on 11/20/2007 in England in Sri Lanka, 2007-08

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'When you've got a sweaty
Matthew Hoggard towering over you, armed with an inquisitive branch,
its best to keep a low profile'
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Normally when lunch is called on a baking hot day in the subcontinent, a cricketer's first instinct is to leg it for the pavilion to hide in the shade and take on board several gallons of liquid. Not so on the first day of England's tour match in Colombo. The cool of the players' marquee may have been beckoning them, but as soon as the umpires released them from their duties, eight of the team instantly sprinted in the opposite direction.
Very soon they had set a trend - within minutes half the media, most of the spectators and several pointy-stick wielding groundstaff were all gathered around a rubble-strewn wall, peering down onto what, to judge by the excited chatter, was a very, very big visitor.
"Naya, naya!" was the word doing the rounds. Coiling around the bricks, bushes and general detritus - and looking not a little alarmed at suddenly becoming the centre of attention - was a large greeny-yellow cobra.
Its colour may have been perfect for hiding in the proverbial manner, but this one had made its home out of an abandoned piece of grey piping, which was jutting out from the soil at the angle perfect for easy slithering. Lurking just to its left, although by now very much out of sight, was a second such creature. When you've got a sweaty Matthew Hoggard towering over you, armed with an inquisitive branch, its best to keep a low profile.
The size of the snake was much disputed. The best judge in the England camp was probably Andy Flower. He is well used to such creatures from his days in Zimbabwe, but even he was apparently heard to swear gently under his breath when he turned up for his viewing. Graeme Swann, on the other hand, was rather more blasé. He was a latecomer to the gawping, having been told by his team-mates that it was at least "eight metres" - all he could see by the time he turned up was the last measly six inches.
But for Swann, as with all the one-day tourists, such sightings are old hat. At Dambulla several of the squad came across a "Killer King Cobra" (copyright The Sun) during a training run, and were so inspired they went on to win their next three matches. "Let's hope it's a good omen," said Swann. "That one was only a four-footer, but this one was of anaconda proportions …"
Either way, it fared better than the last snake to interrupt an England Test tour. In Bangladesh four years ago, a significantly smaller version fell from a tree surrounding the BKSB ground in Dhaka, causing the most disciplined stampede imaginable from the hundred or so spectators gathered round the pitch. That one was soon clubbed to death with a combination of bricks and sticks. But England nevertheless went on to win the series 2-0, so the snake-sightings are clearly a one-way benefit.
For the rest of the day, snake corner at backward square leg was an uncomfortable place to be posted, especially on a day when so many rusty fast bowlers were on show. With competition for places at a premium, a spate of leg-side long-hops might have been a subtle way to eliminate a few new-ball rivals - ("Sorry Hoggy, would you mind fetching that massive six out of the undergrowth … oh sorry …"), but in the end Vaughan selected Monty, his premium spinner, to patrol the rope and keep his team-mates on the straight and narrow. He's capable of producing a few spitting cobras of his own.
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