The Journey of a Cult is often defined by clear stages.
A dominant personality or coaches present a new and transcendent idea that promises a cure for struggling players.
Thus we find ourselves. Preparations are underway to storm the compound down in Brisbane. Tensions are rising. Smoke is rising from within. An isolated player, exposed, shivering, the slogan POSITIVE INTENT smeared across his chest in chicken blood, has come staggering from the field and is taken aside in secrecy to a different team in county cricket.
Do you recall the early days, when everything was fresh? The days of Bazball 1.0, of uninhibited aggression.
Cult leaders guarantee a new start, optimism ahead, support, salvation within a community united in belief in the big idea.
How did it feel initially? A team united enjoying success. Ink. Strength. Focus. Elite male wellness energy. Admittedly, England’s players will claim they don’t use the label, amusingly as it’s denied, what was that spectacle?
Yet it’s clear the concept. It’s the player attempting a move so outrageous it’s beyond belief. It’s the excitement of the leader in his final form, a look that says: pensive Nordic god, beard made of wood, natural look, truly contemporary you wouldn’t be surprised to look down and find him positioned at mid-off bare-chested and cradling a wild salmon.
It’s Ben Duckett often seen to talk in press conferences, resembling a joyful figure in a waistcoat, uttering phrases such as we are actively deconstructing the orange. Certainly, the atmosphere, for quite a long time, was uplifting.
Growth phase. Cohesion maintained via memorization of key phrases. These ideas may seem irrational as a loyalty check.
Am I alone? The reaction, the anger, the sense of betrayal after the first Ashes Test defeat appears excessive, unwarranted. The batting collapsed on the field, as history shows. They were torn apart defensively during a brief period when tactics failed, manipulated by the opponent imitating their style effectively, responsive to the situation, a performer excelling with brilliance.
Currently, we see the attacks, the frustration, the perception of the team as a disgrace. The consensus is that defeat must be total, they must be humbled, to be purged, destroyed, overwhelmed via traditional methods of the pace attack, the low-fi orthodoxies of the veteran, out there celebrating his wickets humbly like he’s just been given a pleasant gift. What will this do to them?
Challenges surface because of mistakes. However, faults are ignored. It turns to hatred of the outside world.
In truth, half a week out the next match, we have now reached an intriguing moment in the story of this thing. Victory is possible overseas in a blur of adrenal disruption. More likely, defeat could come swiftly. Should they fail it feels like we could be witnessing the final stage.
Prior to that, a couple of points to note regarding this. In the past, back in those heady early days, of passion and hope, I wrote an article suggesting Bazball was a cult. There was outrage, which proved the point because everyone knows a method to show that it’s not a closed group is if supporters send hundreds of furiously one-eyed messages denying scrutiny of the philosophy.
The developments lately is just as interesting. Criticism of the approach has turned into a movement. Online outrage is widespread, disappointed commentators, images of frustrated travelling fans disappointed by the short match, similar to timeshare owners seeking justice.
On the other hand, there is the broader context of Australia’s more nuanced more culturally hard-wired exasperation towards the unconventional visitors, stating, hey, that thing you love and have developed as one way of separating yourself from the opposition, it’s just a joke in the end old boy.
This is the core issue. All movements are similar. The style was a trend since the sport itself is insular. Or at least, the team has long been exclusive, a clique, an elite gathering, an insular community with two hundred years of ceremonial past supporting it. This has always been where entry is limited. It’s the imperial sport of England, the early image-makers. And guess what, Britain is itself a cult, a structure of hidden ranks, a royal family remains.
The players have been sealed up in this environment from a young age. In trying to escape from it, to build a better atmosphere, they are just repeating their upbringing, forming a new circle, a closed circle, however with 15 cool guys and a coach promoting authenticity as long as yourself is quite a lot like myself.
Live where your feet are. Run towards the danger. But no matter how fast and far you run, things stay similar.
Reflecting on this, it is perhaps the moment to offer compassion for the approach, to appreciate its good points, which are significant. What does it represent? Creating a sense of freedom. Questioning traditions. Batting aggressively|Attacking with
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