At the Close of Play. Ricky Ponting

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СКАЧАТЬ asking a question. In the papers, before the game, Rod Marsh had described me as ‘a very sensible, quiet lad’. Still, I couldn’t wait to get out of Canberra and catch up with my new team-mates in Adelaide, which I did late on the Wednesday night, about 36 hours before the biggest game of my life to that point was due to begin.

      I WAS ROOMING with Michael Di Venuto, who wasn’t in our starting XI but had travelled with the Shield team as part of an ‘Ansett Youth Cricket Scholarship’ he’d been awarded at the start of the season. Hobart-born, Diva is 12 months older than me but we had played a lot of cricket together in the juniors and become great mates. He was a left-hand opening batsman with serious talent. Diva made over 25,000 first-class runs and 60 centuries but only played a smattering of ODIs for Australia. In another era he’d have played quite a few Tests I reckon. Here in Adelaide we were both very keen to impress by doing everything right. So we retired to our room early, ordered room service, watched a movie and made sure we set the alarms next to our beds so we’d be down early for breakfast.

      Next thing we knew there was a ringing noise buzzing through the room and I stumbled out of bed thinking it was the alarm. But it was the phone. It was Greg Shipperd ringing from Adelaide Oval: ‘Where the hell are you?’ he shouted down the line. ‘What are you doing?’

      We looked at our damn clock-radios and saw it was 9.30am. I couldn’t believe it … we’d set it for 9.30pm. All we could do was get dressed as quickly as we could and bolt down to the ground. Luckily, it was raining so we hadn’t missed anything, but the impression we’d made was appalling. The team had started their warm-up in the indoor centre next door. David Boon had told the rest of the team that if anyone said a word to either of us they’d get fined. If they even looked at us, they’d be fined. We said a sheepish, ‘Sorry boys,’ as soon as we got there … and there was no reaction. Nothing. I tried to start a conversation … no reaction. Nothing. This was day one of my Sheffield Shield career. After warm-ups, we explained ourselves and said it was an honest mistake, and Boonie gruffly told us to make sure it didn’t happen again. Later, he pulled me to one side and reiterated the message.

      I’ve rarely felt less important in my life.

      I SPENT MY FIRST TWO DAYS of Shield cricket either in the field or watching the rain, which actually wasn’t a bad way to settle in. South Australia was able to declare at stumps on day two thanks to centuries from Joe Scuderi and Tim Nielsen, but we spent most of the afternoon watching it rain again. I then had a pretty restless night knowing I’d be batting the next day, probably on a wicket with some moisture in it. As it turned out, the pitch was still terrific to bat on, but I was still in fairly early, at 2–50.

      There was something very reassuring about being met in the middle by the legend himself … David Boon. Like me, Boonie is a former player from the North Launceston Football Club. Typical Launceston, he’s a master of the understatement and seriously loyal to those he trusts. He’d been there and done that, but didn’t overload me with advice. All he did when I came out to bat was to remind me the wicket was nice and we had plenty of time. And, last of all, he said simply, ‘Good luck.’ Still, I can’t begin to tell you how lucky I was to have the reassuring presence of the great man at the other end. I was determined to do the little things right — call loudly, run hard, be assertive. It took me 13 balls to get off the mark, then Tim May came on to bowl, and things changed.

      I had never faced an off-spinner of May’s class before. The way the ball looped away from my bat and then spun just that little bit more viciously than I’d ever previously seen was a genuine eye-opener. I felt out of my depth; I couldn’t get off strike and I started to hear the sledges the fielders were aiming at me. I was fine against the quicks, especially as they were so keen to bounce me, but I couldn’t get comfortable against the off-spin and I didn’t like it. This was a weird experience for me, one I’d never felt before other than in my first games against the men, but in those situations I knew I’d be okay when I got a little older. This time, the fear was I wasn’t good enough.

      Boonie took it upon himself to take most of May’s bowling and that plan didn’t come unstuck until he was caught at first slip for 60. We’d batted together in a little less than two-and-a-half hours. Straight after Boonie was out I hit their quick bowler Damian Reeves, who was also making his debut, for three straight fours to reach my 50. This prompted South Australia’s captain, Jamie Siddons, to bring his fastest bowler, Denis Hickey, back on. That proved the end of me. Hickey bowled (another) short one, but this was quicker than anything Reeves had delivered and I nicked my attempted hook shot through to keeper Nielsen. As I walked slowly back to the dressing room, I was more dirty on the hundred missed than happy with the 56 scored, especially as I’d let myself get a little excited by those three consecutive boundaries.

      I wasn’t a victim of over-confidence so much as I just didn’t quite appreciate how intricate the challenges can be at this higher level. Tim May had put me through the ringer, and though I had clearly struggled at times, I sort of came out the other side. Then Boonie was dismissed and suddenly I was the ‘senior partner’, a situation that created new expectations, at least in my mind. And then I hit those three fours, which did me in. It was natural for my blood to be pumping, but at that stage of my life I didn’t have the nous to put a lid on it. I’d never heard of the term ‘mental strength’ at this point in my life but that’s what I was lacking. And experience. Siddons knew what he was doing when he brought his No. 1 quick back and Hickey knew what he was doing when he tested me with that quick bouncer. In junior cricket I’d have gone on to a big score, but this wasn’t junior cricket. I still had plenty to learn.

      When I look back on my career, I realise I had three significant mentors who helped me become the best that I could be as an international cricketer. They all played key roles in my development at different times and I am forever indebted to them for all their support and encouragement.

      Ian Young was my first mentor and first real coach. I first met Youngy when I was nine years old, at an NTCA school-holiday coaching clinic. While I was in the nets, I noticed a tall, skinny bloke in a white floppy hat watching me bat. He stayed until I finished and then introduced himself. Straight away I could tell that he was someone who cared. From that first meeting way back in 1983 Youngy was a constant in my life right up until he sadly passed away in October 2010. We spent hours and hours talking together about cricket, practising in the nets and in the field, talking about football and how to be as good a person and sportsperson as you could be. Apart from my family, Youngy made the biggest impression on my life. He was a great motivator, listener and confidant. He had an incredible ability to help me find the answer myself while reinforcing the critical points to become better — as a batsman, leader and person.

      Youngy gave me a great foundation, which helped me when I arrived at the Cricket Academy in Adelaide. There I came under the watchful eye of Rod Marsh, who gave me a wonderful opportunity at the Academy and became my second mentor in the game of cricket and life. Rod pushed me very hard from my earliest days with him, and I look back on that now and know that it set the platform for the way I apply myself to training, preparing and playing my cricket. We got on well and spent a lot of time talking about cricket, the difference between good and great, and experiences that Rod had that he felt would help me. And they did. I probably didn’t realise it then but my time at the Academy with Rod taught me to grow up as a person, learn to be independent and self-reliant and to always give 100 per cent to my training and preparation. These lessons from Rod have been with me right through my career and it was great to have him back around the Australian team as a selector in my final years with the team.

      My other significant mentor is current Victorian and past Tasmanian coach, Greg Shipperd. He made a huge impression on me when I first came into the Tasmanian team, and right through my career was around the most when I needed someone to help me with something in my game. He was also very СКАЧАТЬ