I found this on my computer as I cleaned out files. It was written to James Sutherland after the great ticketing fiasco before a ball had been bowled in the 2006-07 summer, after I had just received another newsletter as a member of the Australia Cricket Family. The strange thing is, I never received a reply and five years later, Australian Cricket is in an even bigger mess.
An open letter to Dad – James Sutherland, CEO of Cricket Australia – from one of the children of the Australian Cricket Family.
Thanks Dad for your newsletter.
"Some things have not worked so well" you say. Pardon me? Is this tendency toward major understatement part of your job description? But it's not understatement is it Dad. No, sorry, it's a lie. Who writes your press releases? George Bush's speechwriter?
The ticketing is a fiasco – you know that, right? Of course Cricket Australia achieved its aim of selling out venues and setting records. This was achieved through a marketing frenzy that even included the Captain, at the death. In the end, real punters, guys like me, are expendable. You just don't care who missed out.
I registered pretty early in the process because of my love of our team but mostly my love of the game. My eagerness was a waste of time. All I have to show for it are your continuing patronising newsletters. They at least confirm my opinion of how much you really care about average Aussies who you have disenfranchised. Of course, I will have the solace of "exclusive news about the Australian team". Wow! That's going to mean a lot as I sit in front of the box this January.
My son won’t cancel his first leave in three years. We’ll sit and listen to Richie together in my lounge room. We’ll miss the last few overs when the news comes on and the excitement amongst the spectators and the thrill of the players warm-up before play and the kanga cricket at lunch. We’ll even miss the traffic and the dopey competitions held at the tea break. Yes, we’ll miss the buzz, the crowd, the atmosphere but we’ll have Bill Lawry as our consolation.
I’ll tell you how stupid I am: as I have done for many seasons, I scored, ball-by-ball, the last Ashes series from England, using radio when TV was unavailable and Internet feed when the radio went for news. I learned to score at the SCG watching Doug Walters rack up the first double/single in 1969 against the West Indies. I watched Chappelli's mob win back the Ashes when the most feared woman in Australian cricket - Lillian Thomson - blasted the Poms away. I have on paper, Steve Waugh's heroic Sydney ton against the Poms the last time they were here. I even have Shane Warne's 300th wicket against South Africa after the big storm in 1998. That was the first Test I took my son to.
Whatever the heroics in Sydney next January, I won't be there to record it ... despite registering early, despite hanging on the phone and Internet for three hours, despite getting through twice and being timed out ... despite my love of the game.
Thanks Dad.
PS I wasn’t adopted, was I? It’s just that, right now I could do with some good news.