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12th man nightmares with Deano

With Motley Crue blaring in the headphones (ooh yeah, when I get high, I get high on speed … kickstart my heart!!!)  of my state of the art and ever present Sony Walkman I may not have exactly walked from the pages of the traditional cricket manual. In fact Adam Gilchrist reckons with my massive mullet I looked more like Otto Mann the bus driver from the Simpson’s than a cricketer, but what would a nerd from Deniliquin know?   

I remember walking nervously into the dressing rooms for the first time at the MCG and rubbing shoulders with a Australian cricket legends like big Merv Hughes and “Ledge” Dean Jones … not to mention top class players like Simon ODonnell, Jamie Siddons, Tony Dodemaide 

I played domestic one day cricket straight away, but I was 12th man for probably the first six Sheffield Shield games of my career.  It seemed like six years. Being young and naïve it is fair to say the boys took the mickey out of me. In fact that would be an understatement. Guantanamo detainees were treated with more respect. 

In cricket the number 12 is the loneliest number.  In Spinal Tap the amplifiers went to 11, but not 12. 

From day one it became clear that there was not task too menial, no ask unasked and nothing worse than the Victorian 12th man.

My duties included but were not restricted to:

12TH MAN CHECKLIST 

1.      On arrival make sure the beers are on ice in preparation for a long night providing personal butler service delivering the little 375ml cans of personality to team mates desperately in need of said personality.

2.      Stay in my cricketing whites all day, ready to perform other man servant tasks for the aforementioned players who may have lacked personality, but not anger, spite or bloody mindedness.  

3.      Take drinks onto the field every hour and every random minute between the hour should somebody bat an eyelid in the manner that indicates a thirst.

4.      Remain vigilant every moment for player requests for sunscreen, jumpers, towels, gloves, ice, tooth picks and any other passing whim of the first XI which will be delivered by the batting of a previously mentioned eyelid and if not delivered within moment of such will lead to a dressing down of blistering proportions by a person you will be serving drinks to soon.

6.       Should you miss a micro signal from one of these players, say Deano, who may have to wait an extra over for the gloves he so desperately needs you will be scrubbing his pads with a toothbrush or he will sit you down after the day’s play and tell you about his 200 in Madras. Again.  Only pausing for breath while you dash off to fetch him another beer.

7.       You are Not To Shower, until the last player has showered lest they need a beer. Running beers to showers is part of your job.

8.       Make sure the beers are cold.

I remember thinking, between checking the temperature of beer, running gloves, doing throwdowns and finding lost socks, “give me the pressure any day”.  War hero and cricketer Keith Miller was once asked about pressure in cricket and famously replied “pressure is a Messerschmitt up your arse”, but I don’t think Keith was ever 12th man to Deano or Merv Hughes. That pair were worse than any Messerschmitt when up your, well, you know. 

It was a bizarre culture back then where you could be in the playing eleven one minute as part of the one day team and definitely part of the boys, but the next minute when you are 12th man you are suddenly a second-class citizen!

Maybe the lads were toughing me up and maybe I needed it. Let’s face it, I hadn’t seen a lot of the world.

I hadn’t even managed to get my driver’s licence so it was public transport all the way for me around this time.

The 8.30am Springvale train to Richmond station (closest stop to the MCG)  was peak hour packed with business people who struggled to squeeze in with their compact briefcases, so you can imagine how tough it was when I lugged my massive cricket bag (coffin) onto the train.  And how popular I was. 

Once off the Richmond station the two kilometres trek to our dressing rooms was a long haul for a 63kg teenager back in the day when the wheel was invented, but no one had ever thought of sticking it on the bottom of a cricket bag.  How could it take thousands of years to figure out that link and why did they wait until after I had bought a car?

Sometimes a really kind hearted teammates would see me as he was driving by on Brunton Avenue and would kindly stop and wait for me to get a metre away before shouting out “make sure the fucking beers are cold“. 

Still, I could have copped being 12th man if the humiliation started and ended with the above set of tasks, but there was always more.  

We were playing Western Australia in the last shield game of the season 1988/89 season and I remember walking into the dressing rooms after hitting a thousand catches to our loveable but not overly skilled left arm orthodox Paul Jackson to find my cricket gear had disappeared. It didn’t take long to realise that it had taken up residence in every nook, cranny, toilet and rubbish receptacle in the dressing room.

It was like finding Wally. I’d look up and see my bowling boots sticky taped to the roof. After 10 minutes I found my pads and bat in the heater, my batting gloves in the were drenched in our spa … the worst thing was that Merv had gotten a big black texta and signed his name on all my gear.  Even sadder Merv still hadn’t learnt to spell his name correctly. 

For the next 12 months every time I walked out to bat in a first class game the opposition would snigger and not for the obvious reasons. Here I was, the only person in the world with a full kit of misspelt Merv Hughes autographed gear.  How that never outsold Nike I’ll never know. This however was less painful than a sloppy moustached kiss in the ear when you got a wicket.

Cricketers are very routine creatures and Being 12th man was no different. After some time I had settled into a pattern of sitting upstairs in the viewing area and watching the boys play, but trained with Hawk like vision to detect any request from the ground.

Here was a good day routine if our two star batsmen were making a fist of it.

DF 12th man routine (Batting Day)

1.      Make sure beers are cold.

2.      Grab Deano’s and Jamie Siddons spare batting gloves and caps.

3.      Grab coke and peanuts

4.      Bring Walkman and 2 cassettes – Pump up (Metallica, Kiss etc) and Mellow (ACDC, Angels)  depending on mood

5.      Have one TV on cricket feed on ground then WWF wrestling on the Sky channel for a bit of Hulkmania.

6.      Check beers temperature 

Deano was not out overnight, so I was keen to get up into the viewing area nice and early to watch any potential Deano call. People think the batsmen and keeper have to concentrate hard, but few understand the anxious hyper vigilance of the 12th man: I didn’t want to be even a millisecond late in seeing a call for some gloves or cap lest the pad scrubbing and Madras torture routine again ruin my night.

Having lugged my gear into the rooms I put the beers on ice, did the throw downs and whatever other task asked. Of course my team mates expressed their thanks for my efforts in the usual way and hid all of my gear which I had to find before settling in. The last part of the puzzle fell in place when I found my walkman stickytaped behind the door.

I removed that, grabbed my coke and peanuts and made it upstairs just as Deano walked out to bat.

I watched the first 2 overs with no requests from Deano, so I relaxed a bit, opened my coke, ate some peanuts, put my headphones on and pressed play ready to listen to some hard rock. Nothing, however, happened. Instead of the pounding of drums all I could hear was the familiar knock of leather on wood and Deano telling the nearest fielder how he’d played a similar cover drive early in his Madras 200.  I pressed play again. Nothing. I repeated half a dozen times. Each time becoming more frantic. Always the same result. My Walkman appeared broken. 

Sony NW-A100TPS 40th Anniversary Digital Audio Player

Well I completely lost it and gave the boys a spray “you can write on my cricket gear but you don’t mess with a man’s  (that got some sniggers) Walkman”; they were stunned up until this stage most of them assumed I was a mute.

I was in a frantic state and ran down stairs thinking there might be a key piece of my music machine stuck somewhere, but the toilets were flushed, the ceilings inhabited only by flies and the bins empty. The thought of a whole day’s cricket without music filled me with dread. Then I heard a shriek from upstairs. Uncanny how that could happen the second a (12th) man left his post.

‘Shit hope it’s not Deano’, I thought.

“Who” I asked meekly

“Deano” they said. 

“Shit. What does he want?” I asked. 

 ”Don’t know but he doesn’t look happy” someone replied

I ran up the stairs frantically and looked out to see Deano hands on his hips looking like he’s been waiting for hours. He was not happy. Mr Teapot appeared to have steam coming from his spout.

So I run out as quickly as possible and I know he is not definitely not happy because normally he meets me halfway, but this time he  is standing right on the pitch with his hands on his hips staring at me.

 Forgetting all my anger from moments before I clear my throat to apologise but he cuts me off.

 “Hey champ,” he says and throws the two batteries from my Walkman at me.

This was story taken for the Bowlology Book for full version click below

Bowlologist unmasked: the real Damien Fleming

By Adam Burnett

Standing in the library of his Melbourne home, Damien Fleming is composed – but just a little twitchy – as he calls for an official inquiry; one that could ruin the impeccable legacy of a former Australian captain.

It is 24 years to the day since he took a hat-trick on Test debut; as good a time as any, he reasons, to lift the lid on a scandal.

“I must admit, one incident from that ’94 tour still doesn’t sit well with me,” he tells cricket.com.au, beginning a tale set in Rawalpindi, Pakistan, on a tour that later became synonymous with the misdeeds of convicted match-fixer Saleem Malik.

“It happened about a half hour after my hat-trick, the final day of that second Test.

“I’m thinking, I’m laughing here, we’re into the tail – here comes a five-fer on debut.

“That was when our captain, Mark Taylor, selfishly took me off and brought himself on to bowl. ‘Tubby’ Taylor – the man with the ugliest bowling action I’ve ever seen from a cricketer.”

As history details, Fleming was denied the chance to chase what would have been a famous five on that fateful day. Instead, both Taylor and his opening batting partner Michael Slater stepped up to capture what proved to be their lone Test wickets.

“It has to be investigated,” Fleming laments. “I mean, can you imagine it? Within half an hour of taking a Test hat-trick on debut, Mark Taylor and Michael Slater have their first Test wickets.

“My hat-trick was totally devalued.”

 

***

It isn’t your traditional library. Fleming claims a separation of books by genre exists but there is certainly no Dewey Decimal System bringing order to the chaos. It was a spare room once upon a time that has been slowly converted into a house of tomes, with stacks soaring dizzily above the eyeline, threatening to spill onto the carpet. Some books are more than half a century old.

“It’s interesting just reading a book from the 1950s on Ray Lindwall, for example,” he says, with complete sincerity. “A lot of it is still relevant now.

“I’ve got so many books, I can’t actually store them that well.”

This is the other side to Damien Fleming. Beneath the banter and the Bowlology catch-phrases, the 20-Test veteran has a bookish, studious leaning that has been instructive as both player and commentator. Around 80 per cent of the books, he suggests, are sports-based, with cricket the heavy majority. He will flick through the pages of Steve Waugh’s tour diaries to retrieve lost memories, or revisit classics such as Send the Stumps Flying: The Science of Fast Bowling.

“I’ve got a lot of stuff underlined in that one,” he says, “and there’s a couple more things I’ve just picked up recently that I might use for my coaching at Wesley (College, where two of his three kids go to school) or on the Seven coverage.”

There are baseball and golf books from which he draws cricketing parallels. Outside sport, the remainder of the room’s contents is divided evenly between two other genuine passions – comedy and heavy metal. It’s all an apt metaphor for Fleming himself.

“One of my favourite ones is Alice Cooper’s The Golf Monster,” he says, grinning. “The book is about his heavy metal life, but also how golf saved him.

“It’s actually got some really good golf tips in it, so I’d recommend that one.”

In broadcast mode with Adam Gilchrist // Getty
In broadcast mode with Adam Gilchrist // Getty

 

As in the commentary box, Fleming’s everyday conversation fluctuates seamlessly between silly and serious, giving the listener no choice but to keep up for fear of missing either a joke or a piece of wisdom, or worse still, mistaking one for the other.

In a sport that is traditionally austere, and austerely traditional, he has carved out a niche as ‘The Bowlologist’ – a sort of fast-bowling analytical funnyman. It is an odd combination, but it works because he works hard at maintaining the traits that define his self-designed persona: humour and knowledge.

“I came up with The Bowlologist when I was (coaching) at the cricket academy, and really it was about having a fun side to serious analysis,” he says. “I’ve just continued to go that way.”

In what is admittedly a fairly thin field, he is the funniest pundit in cricket, his humour ably supported by an innate charm and energy that affords him mileage with his material. As a commentator, he has been warmly received at least in part because he puts the viewer at ease, something he appears to achieve through a light-heartedness which reminds those watching that hey, this is just a game. He also humanises those around him; rare is the man who can so naturally and inoffensively swap jibes with cricket gods Ponting and Gilchrist. But he could not get away with any of it if he wasn’t intelligent and well researched.

“I prepare for commentary in a similar way to I did when I was playing,” he says. “For me it’s about reading up, and upskilling, and talking to the current players as much as you can.

“I’m intrigued by all the (technological) toys we’re going to get to use at Channel Seven, because I’m looking forward to being able to analyse bowlers in a new and interesting way.”

He still has the pages of notes from his days as a teenage tearaway at South Melbourne, when he would scour opposition team lists, searching for a state player in their batting order to zero in on that weekend. He carried that level of analysis throughout his playing days, meticulously jotting down ideas and theories as to how to dismiss batsmen. The bowling habits and mechanics of Dennis Lillee, Imran Khan, Richard Hadlee and Terry Alderman became obsessions. Since, these sorts of habits continued in coaching and the commentary box, where his perfectionism remains both a blessing and a burden.

“By the end of my career, what happened was, I’d always been planning for that perfect game, and it never happened; I never had that game where I went, that’s as good as I can get,” he says.

“And it’s the same with commentary. With my analysing, I’m thinking afterward, Gee, I just wish I could have done a bit better than that.

***

Fleming at his best was a brilliant swing bowler; of all the pacemen Steve Waugh played with, he described the Victorian as the most likely to conjure a wicket-taking delivery from nowhere. His hat-trick on debut was a tantalising portent of what might have been. He took seven wickets in that match, only for his shoulder to let him down in an ODI before the Test that followed, and he headed home early from a tour that his physio had advised him not to go on. He was 24, and by his assessment, already a year into the chronic shoulder problems that ultimately ended his Test career at 30.

“I’d missed a year at 16 with a shoulder problem, which obviously was the start of what happened later on,” he reflects. “From the time I got picked for Australia I was having shoulder problems.

“I’d had a good run in the five years before – I’d hardly got injured.”

He was told as a 20-year-old that he was a whisker way from being picked on the 1991 tour of the West Indies, where he would have come up against some of the greatest players of all time. The selectors had liked what they had seen from him on a youth tour of the Caribbean the year prior, though Fleming wasn’t so easily convinced.

“I remember thinking, Am I seriously going to go over there and play against Viv Richards and Malcolm Marshall?” he says. “And it hit me – I wasn’t ready for that.”

Four years later, injury cost him involvement in the era-defining West Indies tour, when Australia wrested the unofficial world title from the likes of Ambrose, Walsh, Richardson and Lara. But if there are regrets, you wouldn’t know it; he is philosophical about the missed matches and moments, chalking it up to the lot of the fast bowler, and reasoning that as much as injuries cost him caps, those suffered by other fast bowlers also gave him opportunities. That is something he never kept notes on, but in the end, he feels, it all evened out in the wash.

“I would’ve taken just one game for Australia, but to play a hundred, and to play in that era where we just won a lot, I’m pretty happy with that,” he says. “At the end of the day, if I look back and say, Could I have done much more? Well, particularly with my shoulder, I don’t think I could’ve.”

With legendary teammates Steve Waugh and Ricky Ponting // Getty
With legendary teammates Steve Waugh and Ricky Ponting // Getty

 

Besides, Fleming is a glass-half-full kinda guy. He is light and good-natured and uplifting. It has always been his way. Some of it stems from his love of comedy. He took the VHS of Ace Ventura: Pet Detective on that ’94 tour of Pakistan and impersonated Jim Carrey so often that Ian Healy still calls him ‘Ace’. These days he’s revisiting some classic Alan Partridge. There have been plenty in between, and he has even found comedy in cricket, a feat that has escaped many others. He tells a side-splitting story about standing stark naked on a dressing room table and delivering a speech to the team following a Test win in Wellington; another about the vacant look in Steve Waugh’s eyes when the skipper forgot Fleming’s first name as he prepared to introduce him to the Queen.

“It’s always been my personality – I’ve always liked to have a laugh,” he says. “That’s one of the great things I miss about playing – the dressing rooms, and always having teammates around you to have a few beers with, tell a few stories.

“I had half a dozen years rooming with Merv, which was fantastic.”

He remembers going to the MCG as a kid for the first time and falling in love with Dennis Lillee, and cricket, on the day the great ‘DK’ broke Lance Gibbs’ Test wickets record. Years later, he played for Victoria a week after he completed his Higher School Certificate, and three decades on, he is still immersed in the sport for a living.

“I’m very, very fortunate,” he says. “I love where the game started me off, and it gave me all my dreams, really; I wanted to play for Australia, do what Dennis Lillee did.

“And I love watching cricket. World Series Cricket was my first memories; Richie and Bill, the coloured clothing.

“So to be able to follow them into the commentary box … that kid who was 10 years old watching Lillee at the MCG break the record, he couldn’t ask for anything better.”

***

The legend of the debut hat-trick has grown with each passing year. It is decidedly convenient for Fleming that it happened on a tour that was both out of Australia’s regular cricket season, and before the era of pay TV; beyond the people who were at the ground that day, only those conducting a concerted YouTube search are likely to have witnessed it. Incredibly, it was some years before even Fleming saw the footage, sourced via Darren Berry on a VHS tape out of England. But the rareness of the vision has only added to the mystique, and allowed the bowler to embellish.

“I don’t know what’s fact and what’s fiction anymore,” he deadpans.

He has an entire after-dinner speaking routine based on the hat-trick, and has published on this very website the mock invitationhe sends each bowling debutant, fervently hoping he will finally enjoy some company in his exclusive ‘Australians with hat-tricks on Test debut club’.

“The toughest thing is winning that golf day every year,” he grins. “And I really want to get that tennis match going.”

Such is Fleming’s way, it takes some corralling to get him to discuss the moment with any degree of seriousness. He remembers thinking that Inzamam-ul-Haq – the middle victim of the hat-trick – was a slow starter and thus an approach of full and straight at the stumps might be effective. And he still recalls what he said from the top of his mark to Craig McDermott, just before he ran in to bowl to Malik, who was on strike for the hat-trick ball and had been batting untroubled for more than seven hours.

Celebrating the wicket of Inzamam in his hat-trick // Getty
Celebrating the wicket of Inzamam in his hat-trick // Getty

 

“I said to ‘Billy’ (McDermott) at mid-off, ‘Saleem doesn’t know it yet, but he’s about to become part of history’,” he smiles. “It’s corny, but I actually did say that, and of all things, it was just a regulation ball on off stump, and he nicked it through to ‘Heals’ (Ian Healy), who hardly had to move.

“And he was part of history … I’m going to take a wild guess and say there’s never been a batsman dismissed third ball of a hat-trick on 237.”

It was historic for Fleming, too, a claim to put alongside his World Cup final triumph in 1999 and his role in Australia’s world record 16 straight Test victories between ’99 and 2001. For a brief moment, he ponders those days again, and the manner in which his relentless pursuit of perfection has driven him, when an idea strikes him.

“Maybe that is the game – you’re not meant to get there,” he wonders. “Maybe you just never have that moment where you think, that’s as good as I can get. So it’s the eternal search.”

You can hear Damien Fleming, with Brad Hodge, on the ‘Bowlology Report’ podcast

Why Nathan Lyon — like Boony before him — is Australian 🇦🇺cricket’s 🏏 spiritual leader 🙌

FORMER Australia No 3 David Boon wasn’t allergic to a beer.

He was a spiritual leader in the Aussie team and had the huge honour of singing our song ‘Underneath the Southern Cross I stand’ when we won a Test match or series.

Flashback to December 30, 1994. We are in the ‘dungeon’, our name for the dressing room in the bowels of the great MCG.

We circle the human keg that is Boony, who props himself on a bench and gives a couple of words about all of us.

Then he sings. Shivers go down my spine as we share a cold one and scream at the top of our lungs.

Like this series, we had just gone 2-0 up and The Ashes was as good as over

Click link below for full article

Nathan Lyon like David Boon before him is the spiritual leader of this Aussie team

David Warner has gone from Raging Bull to the Reverend but can still give England a mighty sledge-hammering with the bat

SunSport’s ex-Aussie bowler says the big-hitting star with the loud mouth is now a calm family man – but the tourists might not have a prayer if he hits form

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RUNNING with bulls in Spain is certainly not on my bucket list.

It’s not the clothing. I have no issue with the traditional attire of white pants and white shirt.

Hey, I rocked that gear for eight years bowling into the breeze in the Aussie cricket team.

It’s the little fact of a 1,000kg bull rampaging at me and safety being 875 metres away. You are under the pump big time trying to survive long enough to get to the finishing line.

In cricketing terms, it’s like bowling to explosive Aussie David Warner — nickname the Bull — at the Gabba when he’s in full flight. That’s another thing definitely not on my bucket list.

I first saw Dave in my role as Australian Under-19 coach at our cricket academy while I was watching the Under-19 Championship in Melbourne.

The young cricketers who stood out were the classy Usman Khawaja, all-rounder Moises Henriques, the powerful Aaron Finch, but most of all a New South Wales No 6 who went after the bowling and found the boundary frequently.

He bowled handy leg-spinners and was probably the best fielder in the tournament too.


That young man was David Warner. The word from the NSW camp was the youngster from the downtrodden Housing Commission flats at Matraville, Sydney, played his shots on and off the field.

When he burst on the Twenty20 scene, smashing a swashbuckling 89 off 43 balls against an experienced South African bowling attack led by Dale Steyn, many were happy to stamp him as a T20-only poster boy.

But I always admired his publicly-stated desire to wear the Baggy Green even when NSW could not find room for him in their Sheffield Shield team.

For a while he looked like being pigeon-holed as a one-hit wonder.

But he proved he had sustainability and, once given the chance to play red-ball cricket, he quickly progressed to the Test ranks and scored a thrilling 100 in only his second match.

Tons in a session followed by a similar amount of sledges in the field only magnified his nickname.

He was the raging Bull all right. He played hard and expected no quarters the other way. Then he changed. Warner acknowledged the incident with Joe Root in the 2013 Ashes when he clocked the now-England captain after a few beers was the catalyst to alter his ways.

Australia stars lark about in behind the scenes footage ahead of the Ashes on BT Sport

He was banished from the team as a result and did not like it.

Then his domestic life changed with marriage and kids. He was also handed the Aussie vice-captaincy.

The Bull had transformed into a non-drinking family man and a leader within his country’s cricket team.

This led to team-mates re-nicknaming him the ‘Reverend’ which prompted various preacher-like celebrations when he scored centuries. I don’t want to preach but Dave, this is The Ashes.

It’s starting this week in Brisbane, it’s the greatest sporting rivalry in sport and I have one request . . . please leave the Reverend in the hotel room on day one. Actually, for the whole series.

Once you cross the white line on to the Gabba outfield your country needs the Bull back. We want the fast-scoring, bowler-intimidating, opposition batsman-sledging Bull.

If you need inspiration, please YouTube the 1994-95 series and watch Michael Slater get us off to a flier.

You can treat this English attack of Anderson, Broady and Co to a bit of running with the Bull and tick it off their bucket list for them.

  • Damien Fleming played 20 Tests for Australia and took 75 wickets at 25.89. Twitter: @bowlologist

The injury ‘epidemic’ which could threaten the future of fast bowling in Australia

Sad to see that West Aussie quick Nathan Coulter-Nile had broken down with stress fracture hot spots again.
A current theory that fast bowlers bodies will be better suited to the riggers of bowling pace after the age of 25
doesn’t seem to be holding up with the recent injuries to Nathan, James Pattinson, Peter Siddle, Josh Hazelwood and co.

Hodgey and i spoke about this on The Bowlology Report read below from Foxsports-

Injury epidemic

ep 10 Shepley oval

 

Merv Hughes and I rate the great “Ashes Tashes”

Merv and I

Merv Hughes showing me his out swinger grip. If he looks confused it because ehe never bowled an out swinger . Well to swing the ball you have to bowl the cricket ball in the batsman’s half of the pitch !

With the Ashes series starting late November this year. Merv and i caught up to debate some of the great #AshesTashes of all time. Boon, Botham, Spoffoth etc.

I rated Mervs number 2!!!!!

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