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When Popular Indian Cricketers Disagreed Publicly
Sourav Ganguly and Ravi Shastri (2016)
After he was overlooked and Anil Kumble was chosen as Team India coach, Shastri alleged that Sourav, one of the members of the committee that chose the coach, wasn’t present when his interview took place. Shastri said that he found it “disrespectful.” Taking a dig at Shastri, who attended the interview via an online video call, a sarcastic Ganguly said that Shastri should have attended such an important interview in person “instead of holidaying” abroad. He also said that Shastri was living in a fool’s paradise and that he had informed the BCCI well in advance about his unavailability at that time.
Sourav Ganguly and Rahul Dravid (2014)
Sourav’s frosty relationship with former Indian coach Greg Chappell is well known. In an interview, Sourav stated that he had spoken to Dravid once about the negative impact Greg was having on the side, and Dravid told him that although he was aware about it, he “couldn’t control Greg.” Dravid denied having any such conversation with Sourav.
Suresh Raina and Ravindra Jadeja (2013)
After Raina dropped a couple of catches off Jadeja’s bowling during an ODI match, an irate Jadeja apparently asked Raina whether he had lost his interest in fielding after losing
captaincy (Raina had captained India earlier, but Virat Kohli was the captain for this particular tour). This led to an ugly on-field confrontati
Mitch Marsh: 'See you on the dancefloor', Alan Border Medal acceptance - 2024
31 January 2024, Melbourne, Australia
Thank you. I always go to awards nights and I spray people at the table because they haven't got anything prepared at an awards night, and I don't have anything prepared. 14 December, 2011, Bradman Oration, Canberra, Australia Thank you for inviting me to deliver the Bradman Oration; the respect and the regard that came with the invitation to speak tonight, is deeply appreciated. I realise a very distinguished list of gentlemen have preceded me in the ten years that the Bradman Oration has been held. I know that this Oration is held every year to appreciate the life and career of Sir Don Bradman, a great Australian and a great cricketer. I understand that I am supposed to speak about cricket and issues in the game - and I will. Yet, but first before all else, I must say that I find myself humbled by the venue we find ourselves in. Even though there is neither a pitch in sight, nor stumps or bat and balls, as a cricketer, I feel I stand on very sacred ground tonight. When I was told that I would be speaking at the National War Memorial, I thought of how often and how meaninglessly, the words 'war', 'battle', 'fight' are used to describe cricket matches. Yes, we cricketers devote the better part of our adult lives to being prepared to perform for our countries, to persist and compete as intensely as we can - and more. This building, however, recognises the men and women who lived out the words - war, battle, fight - for real and then gave it all up for their country, their lives left incomplete, futures extinguished. The people of both our countries are often told that cricket is the one thing that brings Indians and Australians together. That cricket is our single common denominator. India's first Test series as a free country was played against Australia in November 1947, three months after our independence. Yet the histories of our countries are linked together far more deeply than we think and further back in time than 1947. We share something else other than cricket. Before they played the first Test match against each other, I Ramanujam may be narrowly missing the fan, but even he has to bend each time he enters his home and goes one room to another — so low the doors are. “Our house is like a hut, sir, the kind you see in villages. This must be about 150 years old,” smiles Thirumalai, 57, as he watches his strapping son demonstrate the negligible gap between his head and the spinning blades.
So I just want to thank a few people. I've obviously spoken about Greta my amazing wife, but I want to thank everyone at WA Cricket for your amazing support throughout my career. And no Australian player gets to where they are without the help and guidance of their state. So they've been vitally important for my career.
To a man named Scott Newman, who a lot of you won't know. He's been my batting coach for the last few years and one of my greatest mentors in my life. Without him probably still be trying to defend most balls instead of slogging them. So I've got him a lot to thank him for. And his old man, Bobby, down at Newman Cricket Store. There are an amazing family. So to Scotty, thank you so much.
To our team. I just love playing in this team now. I've had so much fun, especially over the last 12 to 18 months. We've had so much team success and I guess I'm really proud to have been able to contribute to that over this period of time. And everyone knows I love a good time, and when you keep winning, it just gets better and better. So it's been great, but I'd like to pay particular thank yous to Ronnie and Patty.
You believed in me, and I don't really know ...and I can't thank you enough for just believing in me. I'm a bit fat at times and I love a beer, but you see the best in me always, and you've changed my life. So for your support, Patty and your leadership, playing under you as an absolute dream. So yeah, thank you very much.
I should probably finish there, but just quickly to my beautiful family at home, to Mum, Dad, Sean, and Melissa, I know how proud you'll be. Dad will be sitting having six stubbies at the Coral Bay Pub and he'll be telling me to stop Rahul Dravid: 'Three formats cannot be played in equal numbers', Bradman Oration - 2011
The blazing sun has emptied the streets around the temple; only a sprinkling of shrivelled elderly men, naked except a thin white dhoti around their waist and the elaborate Vaishnavite mark on their foreheads, lie half-asleep in the shade of trees or verandahs of their crumbling houses.
I am in the home of Thirumalai, whose son Ramanujam is standing erect under the spinning ceiling fan. “Here, look,” the son tells me, “my head is not touching the fan. But my younger brother has to duck all the time. He is 6 feet 3, I am only six feet.”
Thirumalai, who works in the advertisement department of a local paper, also grew up in such hut-like houses, including this one — all in Triplicane — but not tall enough to have to negotiate fans and door frames. But given his young sons’ heights and their lofty ambitions — Ramanujam, 22, wants to be a financial analyst and his younger brother, who is 17, a fast bowler for the Indian team — he may finally have to consider moving to a new dwelling someday.
That would also mean moving out from the nineteenth century into the twenty-first.
Over time villages metamorphose into towns, and towns into cities — but the bustling metropolis of Chennai, in existence for nearly four centuries now, still holds on to its bosom small clusters of such village houses that date back to the ancient times.
These houses are part of the agraharam, or the garland that the humble dwellings of Brahmins have his