realthog: (shoe)

Today saw the finals at Lords, in London, of two major international cricket competitions: the World Twenty20 Women's Championship and the World Twenty20 Men's Championship. (Any US readers who feel cricket is merely a parochial interest should attend to the exciting footnote.*)

Although Twenty20, the shortest form of the game, is not a version of cricket I much admire, the importance of these two contests within the sport cannot be denied.

In the World Twenty20 Men's competition the final was between Sri Lanka and underdog Pakistan, with the latter winning quite convincingly. It's always nice when the underdog wins, but this match represented something more. Just a few months ago Pakistani terrorists attacked the Sri Lankan team bus in Lahore . . . which is one of the reasons why Pakistan were the underdogs here: since that attack their opportunities to play international cricket have been severely circumscribed while everyone waits for the Pakistani government to pull its finger out and restore some order to that nation. Thus the fact that the final should be between these two nations seems, in a way, a symbolic message to the terrorists that they should go stuff their heads where the sun don't shine.

So, yes, it was an important match. It's perfectly legitimate that stories about it should be plastered all over the BBC's website.

But what of the other World Championship final? This was between England and New Zealand, and was won in emphatic fashion by England; as more than one commentator has observed, it's as if the England team is in a different league from every other team in the world, with that symptomatic ability -- like Roger Federer used to have in the tennis world -- to step up a gear whenever the occasion demands. The English women now hold the World Twenty20 trophy, the World Cup (for 50-over matches) and the Ashes (the trophy hotly battled in both men's and women's cricket between England and Australia) -- in other words, every possible international award a women's cricket team could possess. Their captain, Charlotte Edwards, was quite rightly awarded an MBE a few weeks ago.

You can find an account of this match on the BBC website -- and for once without enormous difficulty, assuming you follow all the breathless headlines concerning the men's match. It doesn't deserve a headline of its own, of course, being beaten out in the sports-headlines stakes by someone winning a Formula 1 Grand Prix.

Reality check: There are lots of
Formula 1 Grand Prix races every year and the audience is strictly limited, but a World Twenty20 contest comes along only every few years.

Perhaps the Beeb is influenced in its thinking by the Formula 1 establishment's own estimate of the popularity of its sport, which is that it attracts some 40 billion television viewers per annum. This is a figure made all the more remarkable by the fact that there are fewer than eight billion people in the world.

This demotion to the sidelines is a consistent insult offered to women's cricket by the BBC. I have given up trying to find sensible cricket coverage on the Beeb and instead, for both divisions of the game, now turn to Cricinfo.com.

Probably, the Beeb feels that the relative obscurity it accords to stories related to women's cricket is merited in that, after all, women's cricket doesn't have all that much of a following. (Pass me another G&T, will you, Maurice? That's put the bloody gels in their place, eh, what?)

Well, there's a very good reason why women's cricket doesn't have a following to rank with the male equivalent, and this is that -- don't start trying to dodge the spotlight now! -- the one organization which might reasonably be expected to screen lots of women's cricket matches and thereby upwardly affect the sport's popularity, the BBC, steadfastly refuses to do so . . . because, after all, the sport doesn't have that huge a following, and . . .

The record's cracked from side to side.

The idea that women's cricket is inferior to men's is one that dates back to a generation that's now largely dead, at least outside the confines of Broadcasting House, where mummified hands still doubtless sign off on archaic decisions while their owners yearn wistfully for the days of Empire. It's a fact that female fast bowlers aren't (on average) as fast as male fast bowlers, and likewise that female batters don't (on average) hit the ball as hard or as far as their male counterparts. But some of the legends of male cricket haven't been hard hitters (Geoff Boycott, among batsmen) or fast bowlers (Shane Warne, Abdul Qadir, and a billion other wizardly spinners). What cricket is all about isn't brute force: it's about skill. It's about what in my own personal terminology of sport I call The Dance. And in skill the best of the female cricketers match, or arguably outmatch, the men.

Over the past couple of years I've become a huge fan of women's cricket. In part this is chauvinism: "my" team, the England men's team, is in desperate need to shake off the culture of arrogant stupidity that consistently makes it underestimate inferior opposition and thereby quite frequently lose to it. (They at last have a skipper for the Test side, Andrew Strauss, who seems adversarial to this idiocy, but he has yet to gain sufficient stature to throw out or re-educate some of the buttheads in his team.) You'll understand, then, the allure of finding another English cricket team that doesn't make me spend much of my time fantasizing about ramming their collective heads down the nearest toilet.

A second chauvinism: I gotta confess that, all other things being equal, given a choice I would, to paraphrase with quite extraordinary looseness the great 19th-century cricketer W.G. Grace, far rather spend a few hours watching Isa Guha bowl than Geoff Boycott bat.

Ignoring that last paragraph, which [profile] pds_lit undoubtedly won't, the point remains: women's cricket is hugely growing in popularity despite the fact that atavistic broadcasting organizations like the BBC are doing their doughtiest to make sure it doesn't. What the Beeb don't seem to realize is that, by ignoring one particular sport, they're effectively making the whole of their sports coverage crappy. It's as if the organization were trying to sell an encyclopedia with one of the volumes missing: "Hey, no one's much interested in topics that begin with 'R', and we aim to keep it that way. Your encyclopedia's every bit as good without them."

And, of course, the BBC, an organization that very much vaunts itself as one that rejects sexual discrimination (and every other form of personal discrimination), is here guilty of the most egregious sexism.

Shame on them!

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That footnote:

* The most popular sports in the world, ordered by numbers of fans (according to
WikiAnswers.com):

1) Soccer. 3.3-3.5 Billion Fans. (Europe, Africa, Asia, Americas,etc)
2) Cricket 2-3 Billion Fans. (India,U.K,Pakistan,Asia,Australia,etc)
3) Field Hockey. 2-2.2 Bilion Fans. (Asia, Europe, Africa, Australia)
4) Tennis. Around 1 Billion Fans. (Europe, Americas, Asia)
5) Volleyball Around 900 Million Fans. (Asia, Erope, Americas, Australia)
6) Table Tennis Around 900 Million Fans. (Asia, Europe, Africa, Americas)
7) Baseball Around 500 Million Fans. (U.S, Japan, Cuba, Dom rep)
8) Golf Around 400 Million Fans. (U.S, Canada, Europe)
9) Gridiron (american football) 390-410 Million Fans. (U.S mainly)
10) Basketball Not more than 400M Fans. (U.S, Canada mainly)

morons

Sep. 10th, 2008 08:24 pm
realthog: (morans)


Here's what the Beeb says:

 
* Chanderpaul scoops top ICC award *
Shivnarine Chanderpaul is named the International Cricket Council's Cricketer of the Year while England captain Charlotte Taylor wins the women's award.
Full story:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/go/em/-/sport2/hi/cricket/7603843.stm

Chanderpaul well deserves his award . . . but, um, the captain of the England women's team isn't "Charlotte Taylor" but Charlotte Edwards, as any cricket fan past the acne stage must know. (England also has two excellent batswomen called Claire Taylor and Sarah Taylor, which is presumably why the Beeb numbskull got it wrong.)

How insulting is this?

I'd suggest: very.

If the acne-pocked dimwit had talked about Kevin Sidebottom or Ryan Pietersen (both of whom, names appropriately swapped, won ICC recognition today) he'd have been looking for another job around now. But it seems the Beeb doesn't give a toss about insulting one of the world's premier sportspeople by getting her name wrong should that person be a mere woman.

To put this in context:

Worldwide, cricket is one of the top few most popular sports. (I think it's #2, behind soccer, but I'm working from memory. Tennis and basketball and golf may be in there somewhere. Baseball and American football lag so far behind as to be out of sight.) The women's game is not nearly so prominent as the men's, even though it's generally recognized to be as skilful and exciting; the reason for the disparity is that organizations like the Beeb determined sometime in the 1920s or so to give women's cricket almost zero exposure.

Well, duh: you refuse a sport exposure and what happens?

Edwards has presided over an astonishing 13 one-day-international victories in a row (against, again from memory, New Zealand, Australia, South Africa and India); that number would have been at least 15 had not weather caused a couple of matches to be abandoned. There've been some Test matches in there too; her team won the women's Ashes against strong Australian opposition last (northern hemisphere) winter. She is probably the most successful English sports captain of all time.

And some dork at the Beeb can't get her name right.

Yeah, wunnerful.


 

realthog: (morans)

It's not just what you say in an online cricket commentary, it's the way you say it. Here's from the
cricinfo.com commentary on today's fourth One Day International between England and South Africa:



32.1
It is raining but the game continues

Broad to Botha, no run, very full outside off stump, Botha tries to paddle it away but misses
 

realthog: (Jim's bear pic)
For some reason -- and I can now no longer remember what it was -- a piece I wrote quite a few years ago popped into my mind this morning. It made its first appearance in a UK fanzine back in the mid-'90s or so (as you might be able to tell from the names of some of the England cricketers mentioned), and then in about 2002 I recycled it for one of my Alan Smithee columns. It's always been a sort of favourite child of mine, even though it must be incomprehensible to some 95% of Brits and, with an accuracy of at least several decimal places, 100% of Yanks. So I unearthed it from my hard drive and here it is . . .

=======


IT'S JUST NOT BASEBALL, YOU BOUNDER!


Thanks go to my good friend Dave Knuckle, currently living in Headingley, England, and disguised as an item of athletic apparel that happens to be clutching a Palm Pilot, for sending me this transcript . . .


Henry Blofeld (for it is he): . . . And welcome back to Headingley for the final session of the fourth Fantasy Cricket One-Day International, with England facing the Reviewers' XI. The players are out on the pitch, and Chris Lewis is ready to bowl. With me is Geoff Boncarter. Lewis really has improved as a bowler, hasn't he, er, Geoff?


Boncarter: Ay, Blowers, 'appen 'e 'as, though still not a patch on 'is dad. Good old C.S. were a reet belter.


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