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Breaking Bond
IPL auction 3 – Of Pakistani outrage, Calypso mercenaries and KKR follies.
The player auction at IPL3 got over last week and has led to one Godawefully stinking mess of a controversy. We have Pakistani politicians, ex cricketers, cricketers, lawyers, effigy burners, jobless people and their dogs doing some serious IPL, Modi and naturally India bashing. The Pakistani crickets and administrators became one after God knows how many centuries.
It all started innocently. The auctioneer named cricketer and the owner waved their batons (or whatever you call them…drumsticks?) to signal their bids. So far so good. Then Afridi’s name came up and everyone (mainly the media having nothing else to do and Afridi) was curious as to how much dough will the player of the tournament of the last 20/20 world cup go for. The answer was zero. Breaking news, screamed the websites. Afridi not picked! The rest of the Pakistanis also not picked!!
If one thinks of it, are the franchises to be blamed for the “snub” to the Pakistanis? Consider the current India Pakistan relations. 26/11 is still fresh in every Indian’s mind and the Kasab trial is making most of us even more irritated. The politicians in Pakistan are not helping matters by making statements like “cannot guarantee another 26/11 occurrence”. Another occurrence of 26/11 will make the mending of relations as easy as guessing the ages of teenage Pakistani cricketers. In such a circumstance, who will have the guts to spend thousands of dollars in picking a Pakistani player thereby using up a foreigner’s slot without the surety of using him to the optimum? Lots of money is at stake, money which is not easy to come up what with the economic downturn still going on strong. Last year, the Government categorically ruled out giving the IPL first preference when it came to national security. It seems to be a very sound call taken by the franchises in not going after the Pakistanis and it seems to be a business call. That’s all. So can our next door neighbours cool down and concentrate on the real problems they face at home?
Trivia – What connects Somerset, South Australia, Mumbai and Trinidad? Answer is subject of the next paragraph.
Kieron Pollard was picked by MI for a sum of atleast $750000 (achettup put it at $2.75 mn.). Which comes to roughly Rs. 79 lakhs per game if MI does reach the finals. Pretty sure all franchises must have been kicking themselves in not going after him last year when he was listed at a whopping$60000. While the English tabloids are calling Freddie Flintoff the first mercenary, Pollard has become the first active mercenary with contracts to play for four different teams in four continents.
Trivia 2 – What connects Canterbury, Delhi (unofficially) and Kolkata? I am sure you know the answer by now.
This IPL auction thingy sure throws surprises. Their favourite brand of surprises is their strange benevolence to certain players who, well, do not deserve it. IPL 1 had Kaif going for over $0.5 mn. We laughed. IPL 2 had Mortaza go for over $0.6 mn. We raised an eyebrow “The Rock” style. IPL3 now has the injury prone, brittle bones, 30 + Kiwi fastie with no relation to Sean Connery or Daniel Craig going for $ 0.75 mn. We stop whatever we were doing and marvel at the stupidity of whoever thought it a sound investment. Then we saw that the bidder was KKR. I can imagine Shane Bond opening the bowling in front of a packed Eden Garden crowd ably supported by Mashrafe Mortaza. The support being too much, 007 breaks down in the first over itself. Replacing him and trying to replicate his speed is……..Ajit Agarkar.
Such joy…for the opposing team.
In other news, Kaif was picked up by Punjab, no doubt as a ransom to free the Kings’ captaincy from the clutches of his best pal, three potential scene stealers were bought for less than or equal to $100 K (Voges, Abdullah and Kemp) and Rajasthan Royals showed who is boss in their midst by picking the happily retired senior citizen of Aussie cricket Mr. Martyn.
by Dhaanu
blogs at Bakwaas Baatein (Random rambling of a raving borderline lunatic)
Much ado about Bond
For about a year and a half, I kept hearing comments from folks around the Sheep-Belt(New Zealand, they call it) and their brethren from certain other countries about how the evil IPL and Lalit Modi were keeping their lode star, a certain Shane Bond, away from Test Cricket. Time and again, we’d have articles from Toms, Dicks and Harrys (never found a more apt use of this phrase, I must confess!) which ran a variation of “Monster India conspiring to keep NZ from becoming #1 test nation a.k.a preventing Shane Bond from playing test cricket”.
So, what happens now? The man’s given a reprieve, and the opportunity to play Test Cricket until the sheep come home. What does he do? Promptly goes ahead and retires from Test Cricket.
So?
Show your faces, my dear Cricket-savers from Oz, Eng and NZ. Come and argue that it was the greed of Modi, not Bond, that was the cause for him not being able to play Test Cricket. I’d love to see your tails between your legs, which is where they should be, now.
by Raj
Bond Nominated For Retiree Of The Year.
Over at Bored Member Achettup's Short of a Length, The Crammies - Nominations for Retiree of the Year are Flintoff, Symonds, Benson, Bond, Bucknor and the League. (Note, none of the nominees are know to us on a first name basis so)
Opening for Bond, particularly impressive:
Shane Bond: Shane has always been very special. He has a last name that reminds you of all those horrible chemistry classes which dwell on elastomers or something like that.
The dope on Shane Bond's injury.
There is no bigger fan of Shane Bond than Bored Member Krish. Not even Bond seems so keen on himself. When you talk to Krish about Bond, he’s so overwhelmed, he’s often speechless. When we asked Krish, what he wanted for his Happy Bored Day, he obviously couldn’t say Bond – he was speechless again.
But we guessed anyway. For Krish, we’ve flown Bond down to the East Coast. Together they’ll be sipping Martinis yapping about fast bowling and sport’s related injuries. In fact, the injury was pre-arranged. Anyway, it’s the thought that counts. Happy Bored Day Krish, here’s to a solid Bond.
You can read Krish on Bored here, and on his blog, Kridaya, here.
"How can a Danish play for Pakistan?"
The Kiwis were asking some highly inane questions on the second day of the Wellington test. Not least of them, "how does one play test cricket?" Nobody told them “one doesn’t play test cricket, eleven do”. Naturally an individualistic team such as the Kiwis loses its way when Shane Bond’s body walks out on them. In a way, the soul of the team leaves them. They’re left with the brains and glasses, but how much can four eyes do?
Stumps first day, when Pak was only five down, of which Vettori had three, it was obvious the Kiwis had already lost it. That in spite of Misbah having lost it again; a sweep befitting his Kamikaze ways. Without dwelling on the MoYo distraction, the Akmal & bowling brothers secured the game with the bat – if an Akmal was not a keeper, you’d expect one of the bowlers to keep too. Perhaps it’s time for a bowler to captain Pakistan again.
Weather permitting, the game should be over in three days, latest lunch fourth day. We can however be done by lunch tomorrow, if Pak declares overnight. First use of the morning conditions, doubt New Zealand will better their 99 red balloons.
And while we’re at it, a special mention for Brendon McCullum and his first ball idiocies, now what the hell is he doing batting before Shane Bond. Oh forgot, Bond isn’t batting this one.
A bond with sport.
A curious coincidence occurred on a weekend this month that set me thinking. Up late night with nothing much to do, surfing the sports channels on Tata Sky late after midnight presented me with a spectacle that set my mind racing. Two sports channels (I think they were TEN Sports and Star Sports but I could be mistaken) were showing reruns of matches that had already happened. One was a Twenty20 match between New Zeeland and Pakistan and the other was an NBA regular season matchup between the Lakers and the Suns.
The first match I watched was the NBA one. Kobe was as usual putting up a show, and young Andrew Bynum was burning it up too while Amare looked like he was never injured, dunking with impunity. In between all this, anyone would be forgiven for not noticing a 37 year old veteran (37 in NBA basketball is very very very old) playing for the Suns. But this was just not any other journeyman. This was Grant Hill.
For those who didn’t follow the NBA in the tumultuous 90’s, Grant Hill was one of the greatest collegiate basketball players ever, who came into the NBA and was immediately seen as the potential successor to Michael Jordan in terms of what he represented for the league. Hill was an intelligent and superbly talented all round player of exceptional capacity, and was an A list superstar in his years at the Detroit Pistons. A measure of his genius can be found in the statistic that he is only one of two NBA players who have led their teams in points, rebounds and assists for three seasons, the only other player to have done it being the venerable Wilt Chamberlain.
Tragedy struck in 2000 when he injured his ankle and since then cruel jokes have abounded, most of them comparing Hill’s left ankle to an overused mine, alluding to the number of surgeries he had between 2000 and 2007. Having lost the peak years of his career to injury, Hill moved to the Suns in 2007 and has been performing steadily ever since. On that day I saw Andrew Bynum, a young Laker star almost exactly half Hill’s age turn him around easily and go for a dunk.
The unfairness of it all prompted me to change the channel, only to see (what I thought was) the sad end of another drama being played out. New Zeeland was playing Pakistan in a series of Twenty20s in Dubai, and Shane Bond was being carted around the park by the Paki batsmen. Already in the what-could-have-been mindset, this depressed me further. Again, this was Shane Bond.
I first noticed Shane Bond in 2001-2002 and what I saw astounded me. Here was a fast bowler, genuine fast, and had both control and pace. He was intimidating and everything you could ask for in a fast bowler. But it wasn’t just that. Brett Lee and Akhtar could bowl as fast and faster. It was the way Bond generated his pace. With all the other leading fast bowlers of his era, there was the criticism, warranted or not, that they were benders, that they chucked. With Bond, there was not the slightest question of any doubt. There was, and still is, a certain honesty about Bond’s bowling action that put him a cut above the rest. I guess the reason why Shane Bond and perhaps Dale Steyn are special, lies in the undeniable honesty of their bowling. When Akthar hit Dada on the ribs, the Indian fan in me automatically and unfairly consoled myself that he was a chucker and that it was ok. When Bond took 6 wickets for 19 against India, I didn’t have that consolation, because Bond was unimpeachable.
Over the years, as a back injury and participation in the ICL converted Bond into an unfortunate footnote in the annals of international cricket, the parallel with Grant Hill seemed appropriate. Both were immensely talented and both almost realized that talent and potential. Yet, even after their best years were taken away by circumstances beyond their control, they are still there, hanging on at the highest levels of their respective sports by sheer grit and determination.
In sport the champions are often celebrated to a point where we don’t often notice or acknowledge people like Hill or Bond. Yet, for me, these athletes represent the core value of sport itself. Their love for the game and the determination to play it at the highest levels despite all the trials and tribulations they have gone through make them the champions they are. The tragedy of Shane Bond and Grant Hill wont be noticed or talked about as much as the achievements of Sachin or Jordan, but these are also the people who make it all worth it. As I write this, Bond has just taken 8 wickets in his comeback test and Gill had edged his way into the starting five at Phoenix at the age of 37. Their little victories might seem trivial when compared to the feats of reigning superstars, but make no mistake, without them, sport just wouldn’t be what it is.
Here’s to hoping against hope and the triumph of determination and hard work against the formidable odds of battered bodies and old age. Here’s to Shane Bond and Grant Hill and Graham Alexander and all the others who make it worth it.
By Jian Johnson
Buy a shoe, have Shane Bond bowl at you.
I’m in this shoe shop with an old classmate of mine, Dixit.
According to Dixit, if you buy a shoe, Bond will bowl at you. This is weird, most batsmen would buy a shoe to not have Bond bowl at them.
Seeing as this is a Bata store, and they sell millions of shoes, I start to worry about Bond’s fitness – how long before Bond breaks down again?
As a customer, you can even select Bond’s delivery speed - 130, 131 or 140 kmph. Apparently most guys pick 131, but scary old Dixit settled for 130.
He claims even 130 kmph felt way faster than what 130 feels – yeah, I’m thinking, Bond’s got his Mojo back…and how many would have the balls to pick a 140 kmph delivery?
Then the sequence breaks. You good with dreams?
What is it about Shane Bond
Gaurav saw a post of mine and asked what makes Bond one of my favorite players. Well, first, I always had a thing for right-arm fast bowlers because I started playing cricket as a fast bowler. During those early days, I couldn't even hold a bat properly, so I am more inclined towards those bowlers who are genuine tailenders.
Why did Shane Bond play
He was not injured.
Fitness aside, can you put an age to Shane Bond? Not that he’s timeless, but he doesn’t look any particular age. Almost like his twin, Putin. Can you put an age to Putin?
Even Bond doesn’t know he’s 34. It’s like Afridi doesn’t know he’s forty or Jayasuriya doesn’t know he’s a hundred or Sachin doesn’t know he’s not eighteen. And what the hell is age but a number that lies.
But Bond is 34, that’s what his birth certificate says. What this cert doesn’t say is that he’s played 17 tests strewn all over the Lord of the Rings sets, and a pocketful of one-dayers.
Shane Bond returned to play Sri Lanka in a twenty20. He returned in body, not in spirit. Bond doesn’t have spirit. If he was an alcoholic, even then he wouldn’t have any spirit.
He is a limp biscuit. Dipped in a Delhi ICL team, that was so bad, to conform he had to be equally bad. Ditto with Lara and his Mumbai Champs.
Bond’s ICL jaunt was called Delhi Giants and they made a midget out of him. They lost everything, except maybe games against the Champs, which both teams lost.
This of course cannot be proven as there are no records of the ICL. For the record, Bond’s non-existent spirit was broken by Dilshan, four fours of his first over.
Later, standing alongside Vettori he seemed small, almost like a left arm spinner. Vettori though, still didn’t look like a quick bowler.
Bond pulled it back, but not because of his bowling, the zip was missing, and the buttons too. He bowled yorkers that weren’t, speeds that were ICL-like at best.
There was a smallness to him, and that was sad. He just needs to play India again. On conditions of anonymity, Vettori told me, 'if not for India I would be half the bowler I am.'
That would be the bitter half.
the other bcci...
"There are a handful of people who don't want us to run. If there's a divide in cricket today or in future, and only one person has to be blamed, you all know who that person is. I'll never take the name."
Kapil Dev talks about the continuing victimisation of the ICL by the BCCI
Sep 16, 2008
(source cricinfo)
I bet kapil everybody in the world knows it...
If there is anything relating to cricketing matters that’s going bad or can go bad anywhere it's bcci who does it...
so even if icl is born not out of love for cricket but for the lure of encashing big money...we know whom to blame for it...
so if bcci trying to prevent a hole in its pocket by a rival, a common practice, we know whom to blame...
so if all boards kow-towed to bcci line...like dog licks feet of his master...that ‘they’ won't accept any player from ‘rival’ league...we know whom to blame...
So if now-playing-now-injured-the-name-is shane bond decides that his body can no longer take the pressure of putting up even 10 overs and stand in next odi...leave alone playing test cricket for full five days...you know whom to blame...
if a window for dead-n-buried champions trophy has to be found by not disturbing england's but india's ftp...you know whom to blame...
If one day some players suddenly realize they are being treated badly by their own board...don’t see future with them and their parent body keeps sleeping over it...like an ostrich...
oh, don’t bother...your guess is as good as mine...
bcci deserve it by making the amount of money which other boards can only dream of...
how dare bcci do that...and get away with it...
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