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Before AB de Villiers cried, the skies wept.

by Gaurav Sethi


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  • O dear Leonard Cohen
  • Will you lend your voice and words
  • To the loss we're feeling
  • Because all we can do now
  • Is cry
  •  
  • Cry, cry, cry
  • All we can do is cry
  • Cry like we was babies
  • Cry like we was lost
  • Cry like we don't know when we're going home, AB
  • Cry like we don't know when we're going home, baby
  • Cry like we just don't know
  • Oh, what a game this is
  • The very game that makes me live
  • Is the very game that makes me die
  • The very game that makes me high
  • The very game that makes me die
  • Oh, what a game this is
  • The crying game
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  • I cried like a Pup
  • I cried like a captain
  • I cried with AB de Villiers
  • I cried with Michael Clarke
  • I cried with my heart ripped bare
  • I cried for a player I scarcely knew
  • His childhood photographs on my bedside table
  • And I saw him growing up
  • And I saw him going up
  • I saw him fall
  • I saw us all fall
  • I saw that kid from the country
  • His farmer ways
  • I saw him with Warner
  • I saw him on the scoreboard
  • Forever not out
  • Forever, 63* not out
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  • I saw Morne long legs run down at the Kotla
  • I saw Morne scissor balls back down at third man
  • How he made the ball rise on such a passive pitch
  • How he made the ball rise on just any pitch
  • "How the moon hits your eye
  • And the zing bails fly
  • That's a Morne"
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  • I saw Morne as a boy going to school
  • The gentle gawky kid that wouldn't hurt a fly
  • The gentle gawky kid that wouldn't tell a lie
  • Such a good kid, such a straight good kid
  • And that kid sits on the banks of Eden Park
  • In a pool of tears, in a pool of blood, sweat and years
  • Morne Morkel, just sits there and weeps
  • All six foot four inches of him just sits there and weeps
  • That's a Morne
  • "When the moon hits your eye
  • Like a big pizza pie, that's amore"
  • Oh, what a game this is...
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  • The very game that makes me live
  • Is the very game that makes me die
  • The very game that makes me high
  • The very game that makes me die
  • Oh, what a game this is
  • The crying game
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  • AB was everywhere, every fucking where
  • From mid off to mid wicket
  • From a midsummer night's dream to a midlife crisis
  • AB batted in the 40th, AB bowled in the 40th
  • AB aged nine years, he was on to his 40th
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  • AB says
  • I don't know what to do, I am completely at a loss
  • AB says
  • I don't know, I don't even know when we are going home
  • AB says
  • I tried my best to catch it, I didn't
  • AB says
  • As a captain, I'll be there for the guys
  • AB says
  • But life moves on and the sun will come up tomorrow
  • AB says
  • AB sobs
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  • I write to my South African friends
  • I ask them the same question
  • How are you?
  • Antoinette Muller says
  • "Oh I'm fine. They did their best."
  • Sean Wilson says
  • "I'm okay. It's just sport."
  • Sean Simpson says
  • "I am shattered. Drinking nice wine though."
  • Ben Karpinski says
  • "Not well mate. Really not well
  • But hoping your boys can beat Australia on Thursday. That will help things"
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  • The very game that makes me live
  • Is the very game that makes me die
  • The very game that makes me high
  • The very game that makes me die
  • Oh, what a game this is
  • The crying game
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  • Before AB cried, the skies wept.

Credits, notes, asides:
"That's Amore" - by Dean Martin (lyrics by Brooks, Jack / Warren, Harry).
"That's a Morne" - by Sean Wilson (@SimplySean on twitter).

It's only after writing this that I discovered that Morne Morkel and I share a birthday. We did not go to the same school, however.
For a lark, picture Leonard Cohen singing "Now so long, Morne, it's time that we began to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again".

First published in daily O

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Phil Hughes is yours and Phil Hughes is mine

by Gaurav Sethi

Your heart’s fallen out and your tears have all but made it to the ground
You can’t make no sense of any of this
This was not supposed to happen on a field of cricket
This was not supposed to happen to one of us
This was not supposed to
Happen
It’s just a game, fuck, it’s just a game
Why is the game fucking us so

My best mate’s a gonner
Fell face flat in front of my eyes
Where are the doctors
When will they bring him back to life?

Fuck, what have I done
It was only 135 kmph, son
Fuck, what have I done
You just bowled the ball, son
Fuck, what have I done
He just missed the ball, son
Fuck, what have I done?
It wasn’t a beamer, it didn’t slip from your hand, you bowled as you did, a hundred thousand times before
Fuck, what have I done?
Don’t crucify yourself, son
Help them help you pull the blame and the pain apart, they’re not one and the same, they’re not one and the shame

I know now he’s a country boy from a banana farm and if cricket didn’t happen he’d still be peeling away
I know his smile better than any cricket smile
It’s etched so deep and etched so young
It’s etched so deep makes you wanna weep
The way he talks with a nervous stutter
I wanna protect him when we go back Live
And the cricket plays out
The way it was s’posed to play out

And I hardly knew him
And I hardly saw him play
Yet in spite of those low scores and no scores against spin
How I loved the way he stretched all over the place
And sort of smothered the spin
And I’ve never said that before except in my mind

And there was this bugger called Dennis Freedman
Who went on and on for the last many months on twitter
How he should play for country
Just look at those scores
And he didn’t stop there
He went on and on
And I feel so sad for him.

But we all feel Dennis’ pain
And it’s not because we thought he should play for country
But because we saw cricket die before our eyes
Because we saw a bit of ourselves die

Put out your bats
Hang out your tears to dry
Hang your heart on the line
Phil Hughes is yours and Phil Hughes is mine.

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Wanna Open?

by Q

Three openers have made their test debuts in this week.

The Sri Lankan got a golden duck to a beauty from Umar Gul. The Aussie got a 4th ball duck playing an ugly swipe. The Pakistani was the highest scorer amongst them and played a few confident strokes before falling to Mendis.

A few years ago, you would have expected the Aussie to get a debut ton, the Lankan to play a few confident strokes, and the Pakistani to get out playing an ugly swipe.

How times change.

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