One year ago, a cricket universe was in common agonise after venerable Australian batsman Phil Hughes tragically died. The 25-year-old was felled by a bouncer from paceman Sean Abbott during a Sheffield Shield diversion dual days earlier. Hughes mislaid alertness immediately and was placed in an prompted coma.
Hearing a comfortless news of his genocide is one of those moments you’ll never forget. For me, it feels so clear like it happened yesterday. My deadline during a journal we was operative for in Australia had passed, providing an well-suited time to take a duration breather. The post apocalypse, as it is famous in a industry.
Suddenly, in a separate second, all altered when my co-worker spoken dual difference I’ll never forget: “Hughes died.” we did not now sense those dual heart slashing words. we was in a state of shock. All along, I, like many observers, approaching Hughes to recover. Maybe we were all in denial. Pictures had emerged of ashen-faced Aussie cricketers exiting St Vincent’s Hospital. Brad Haddin, who had dealt with his satisfactory share of misfortune, looked crestfallen. You could substantially review between a lines of a tragedy unfolding. Still, we refused to accept a misfortune until a sour realization finally sank in.
The unpleasant issue was exacerbated by being in a nation that places a inhabitant cricketers on a pedestal. There was an escape of emotion. Grief, anguish, anger, emptiness, disappointment…everything was expressed. The insensibility and common unhappiness was palpable. The initial Test between Australia and India was postponed. First category cricket in Australia was called off. Cricketers didn’t wish to play. Nobody utterly wanted to watch cricket. It was an intensely vale period, where everybody only felt collectively glum.
Amid a rawness, no one utterly knew that arena a competition was headed. The accord from medical experts was that Hughes’ genocide was a weird accident. Still, few felt utterly comforted by that diagnosis. There were calls for some-more reserve and combined insurance with helmets. Some believed bouncers should be outlawed. Nobody knew either a prevalent use of a brief ball, that had always been a dear partial of a diversion and spawned some of cricket’s many abdominal images, would still be a tactic speedy by captains.
Undeniably, it seemed a diversion would be altered forever. It positively felt a lot different.
Fast brazen a year, and a anniversary has supposing waste and an event to simulate heading to another escape of emotion. We’ve revisited a comfortless occurrence and a indirect unhappiness that was strenuous one year ago.
It felt considerably opposite after Hughes’ genocide though cricket endures. Hughes would have wanted it this way. The competition continues to be played radically a same given pre Hughes’ passing. Short balls are still bowled, and antagonistic bowling stays one of a sport’s memorable trademarks. This was clear during a World Cup progressing this year where one of a tournament’s memorable memories was Pakistan’s Wahab Riaz’s inhuman spell of bowling that shook adult Australian batsman Shane Watson.
Even during a new Test between New Zealand and Australia, there was a genuine lamentation from traditionalists over a WACA’s soft pitch. Everyone, including players from both teams, wanted some-more glow and brimstone from a representation zodiacally worshiped given of a gait and bounce.
There was lots of speak over helmet reserve following Hughes’ genocide though there has been no enrichment to date. There are cricketers seen wearing a clip-on neck ensure during a bottom of a helmet – Kumar Sangakkara, Angelo Mathews to name a few – though it is a use that is still not widely prevalent. Shikhar Dhawan, India’s opening batsmen, recently got strike only next a helmet during a Test compare in Sri Lanka and was not wearing a protecting ensure then, something he has corrected since.
Cricket Australia creates it mandatory to wear helmets that approve with a 2013 British Safety Standard on Helmets. These helmets do not cover a behind of a neck in it’s entirety though are believed to be a safest now available. Players from other countries are not forced to wear these helmets.
Cricket, a on-field product, has remained comparatively untouched. It still looks most a same. But it is definite Hughes’ comfortless flitting continues to haunt and nibble away. Some of a virginity of this undisturbed competition is gone, substantially forever.
Australian cricketers have overwhelmed on this. Recently late Australian paceman Mitchell Johnson suggested he doubted himself implicitly after Hughes’ genocide and queried either to continue bowling bouncers.
Panic and duration stress now ensues each time a actor is strike in a helmet. No longer do a antithesis glower during a staggered batsman. Crowds do not holler. Instead, a whimper of terror reverberates around a ground.
In a lead adult to a stream Adelaide Test, Australian all-rounder Mitchell Marsh crushed a round that struck a immature net bowler during training. The immature bowler was not severely harm and was treated for a break to his ear. Still, Marsh and other players during a stage were visibly upset.
The spook of Hughes’ comfortless genocide continues to linger. Maybe a increasing reserve helmets will assuage a whinging concerns, that sojourn a elephant in a room of each cricket compare and training session. But that’s doubtful to totally annul a uncertainty.
For many fans, myself included, cricket had always been a acquire daze from reality. Unfortunately, a Hughes tragedy offering a sign that cricket, and all sports, is not defence from life’s vicious twists and a quirks of fate.
One year on, cricket feels and looks most a same.
Deep down, we know it is not.