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Sight Screen

Tuesday, July 26, 2005


Thanks, Ravi, for this one from Rohit Brijnath on the Ashes hype. One of those pieces you read with a smile on your face, and punctuate with the occasional chuckle as Rohit slips a skilful barb in:
Beseiged by the media, Warne, so we are told, will let his fingers do the talking, though it might be said that was exactly what got him into trouble in the first place with his texting.

Actually, that bit about McGrath naming his targets has provided fodder for amusement for a long time -- one particular Indian player, seeing his name on McGrath's wanted list, once said the same thing -- hell, I am one of the top batsmen in the side, of course he has to target me, why does he need a press conference to announce that?
By way of tangential aside, was reminded of a story Harbhajan Singh told us, shortly after having torpedoed Steve Waugh's assault on the Final Frontier. Sledging, he told us during a visit to the Rediff office, was something that worked very well for him.
As he put it, the Aussies would jabber at him, but it didn't really matter because 'they were speaking English fast, and half the time I didn't even know what they were saying'.
And then, when it came India's turn to bowl, he would, Bajji said, pick out his targets; he would then go across to Rahul or Saurav, tell them what he wanted to say, have them translate his words into English, and then practise the line to himself for a bit before springing it on whoever his prey was (you have to keep in mind that this was when Bajji was raw, and new, and not as comfortable with English as he is today).
For example, he said, when Shane Warne came out to bat, Bajji was at the bowling end -- and took great delight in foxing him three balls out of three. At the end of the over, Bajji strolled casually over to Warne and went, 'Hey, my girlfriend (okay, he used a more explicit word) bats better than you!'.
'What?!!', a shocked Warne, who hadn't expected to be needled from this particular player, turned around and asked.
To which, Bajji said, he merely smiled, shrugged, and slipped in -- with the ease of considerable practise -- the clincher: 'And my mother bowls *much* better than you.'