바카라I was on the verge of fainting, unable to continue, when Allan Border, my skipper and partner at the other end said, 바카라Take this Victorian away and send in someone tough바카라Ša Queenslander바카라, to the 12th man who was standing over me as I lay down on the grass at Chepauk, soaked in sweat with not an ounce of water left in my body. Those words were enough to provoke a brash, 25-year-old with an exaggerated sense of self-worth, to get up and continue batting...the rest, as they say, is history!바카라
I바카라d heard Dean Jones narrate this story about the 1986 tied Test between India and Australia, played in Madras, numerous times: at a casual dinner, during cricket shows on TV (where we worked togÂether), at the Chepauk while we were covering an IPL final, on stage during a lecture, and every time we drove past the Doordarshan office in Delhi, where he would never fail to add that the tapes that had the original footage of the match had been wiped clean because someone at the archives depÂartment of the national broadcaster thought it바카라s best to re-record a daily soap over it.
Yet, one never got tired of listening to Deano바카라s yarns. That바카라s what good storytellers do: lay down the red carpet for you to walk into their world and then stimulate your senses into believing that you were there too. During the decade that I worked closely with him (2006-2016), Deano took me on a ride to the Sydney Cricket Ground of the 1990s, where he dared Curtly Ambrose to remove his wristbands. To Calcutta, where he got emotional watching a hundred thousand-plus Indian fans cheer him and his Australian teammates for being crowned the new world champions. Heck, even to a private dinner in honour of the great man, Sir Donald Bradman, describing how he celebrated scoring his world record score of 334 by having a quiet cup of tea in his room, alone!
Genius With Expression
My favourite Dean Jones tale, though, comes from Australia바카라s tour of New Zealand in 1987 where he referred to Richard Hadlee as an ordinary bowler. That was enough to get the Kiwi legend fired up as he went onto claim Deano바카라s wicket three times in that series. When asked about his goof-up, Jones, in his typical dry wit would retort, 바카라Yeah, he got me out a few times바카라Šand then the queen of England heard about it and knighted him.바카라
Post-retirement, Deano used this craft of storytelling to his advantage to emerge as a leading commentator of the game. Though his one-time indiscretion of using the 바카라T바카라 word for Hashim Amla in 2006 did put the brakes on his fledgling career as a broadcaster, his insatiable appetite for watching and talking cricket couldn바카라t keep him away from what really was his raison d바카라ĂȘtre.
That he would go on to pioneer phrases like 바카라going바카라Šgoing바카라Šgone바카라 to describe a six or 바카라threepeat바카라 as a synonym for a hattrick came as no surprise considering his penchant for innovation. And when most former cricketer-turned-commentators considered alternative and light-hearted analysis infra dig, Jones didn바카라t mind putting his hand up. His alter ego, Professor Deano, that came to become a brand of its own was, similarly, a resÂult of his inclination to experiment and take risks.
Having observed him play a temple priest, a tuk-tuk driver, a veterinarian and even a cheerleader바카라all in an effort to deliver his cricket messages in a unique and engrossing manner, and never once complain while doing that, is a true testament to his passion towÂards storytelling and cricket. That this sort of analysis has now become commonplace, especially after the advent of IPL, only adds to his legend of being a trailblazer.
The author with Dean Jones in the commentary box.
Of creams and shades
Dean Jones was a trendsetter. He was among the first to sport sunglasses and wear zinc cream on the field. The glasses were his way of spotting the white ball in the light blue background whilst the zinc cream came about because his skin was extra sensitive to sun rays바카라which also explains why he wore long sleeves during his playing career. Â
But to build Deano바카라s reputation as a pioneer by only highlighting his choice of accessories would be a disservice to his cricketing prowess.
We바카라ve all played our share of gulli/backyard cricket where we바카라ve dressed up as, and pretended to be, our favourite batsmen. Growing up in the 바카라80s and early 바카라90s, my friends would choose Viv Richards, Kapil Dev, Imran Khan, Martin Crowe. But I was always Dean Jones: sporting dark glasses and zinc cream on the lower lip to look the part. By the time satellite TV came around and fans in India saw live, coloured images from the 1992 World Cup, many wannabe Deanos mushroomed across the gullies and maidans across India.
The six-foot-two Victorian, with his flamboyant style of batting and athleticism, had captured the imagination of kids across the cricketing globe. And if you saw him on the cricket field at the peak of his powers, it wasn바카라t difficult to imagine why. Charging down the wicket to fast bowlers and averaging 45 in ODI cricket while maintaining a strike rate of 70-plus was unheard of in those days. His lightning quick pace while running between the wickets and 바카라diving on the outfield바카라 were aspects of his game that were ahead of their times, making him really the first real short-format specialist.
Deano바카라s Biggest Regret
Only last month, as Deano was stuck inside his Melbourne home due to the Covid-enforced lockdown, I got him to join me for a chat on InstaÂgram. As we reminisced about his time as a player and commentator, he opened up the biggest regret of his life. 바카라I probably shouldn바카라t have retired from one-day cricket so early,바카라 he told me. 바카라That remains my biggest regret. I retired at the age of 32...but I sensed I wasn바카라t getting the love or resÂpect as a one-day player by then.
바카라Imagine, I was number two/three in ODI rankings and they dropped me from the last ODI vs South Africa (1994). Back then, the selection on tour was done by a five-member panel that consisted of the captain, the vice captain, a selector, the coach and a senior player바카라Šall five of them voted against me! Four out of those five weren바카라t even good enough to tie my bootlaces and yet they voted for themselves ahead of me. That바카라s when I said, this is just boys picking up their boys바카라ŠI바카라m done!바카라
Only he wasn바카라t done. His second stint in cricket바카라as a commentator and analyst바카라gave him the love and respect he so desired from the game.
During our times together바카라in TV studios and outside바카라we often sparred over various things cricket. One such argument centred around his firm belief that M.S. Dhoni would finish inside the top three of India바카라s greatest-ever cricketer, something I was never willing to buy; especially with Gavaskar, Kapil, Sachin, Dravid, Kumble, possibly even Kohli on my mind. We finally settled it바카라바카라We바카라ll talk when MSD retires from all forms of the game바카라. In a cruel twist of fate, Dhoni is playing an IPL match even as I write this.
In a career spanning 52 Tests for Australia, fifty-two, quite naturally became Jones바카라s favourite number. The Professor turned 52 in 2013 and decÂreed, 바카라Every birthday of mine from hereon would only be my fifty-second!
Come to think of it, Dean Jones should have never bothered about the clock ticking. He was, after all, always ahead of the times.
(Naz is a freelance journalist and author of MiraÂcle Men: The Greatest Underdog Story in Cricket)
