The Journey of a Phenomenon is often characterized by specific steps.
A dominant personality or figureheads present an innovative concept pledging a solution for struggling players.
Thus we find ourselves. Preparations are underway to storm the compound down in Brisbane. The gunships are circling. Signs of trouble appear from the sidelines. An isolated player, naked, shivering, the slogan POSITIVE INTENT smeared across his chest in chicken blood, has stumbled through the lines and is taken aside under a blanket for a temporary assignment in county cricket.
Remember the start, when optimism reigned? The initial phase, of Bazball without brains.
Movement founders guarantee a new start, hope for a future, support, redemption within a community who all believe in the philosophy.
What did it represent initially? Players celebrating enjoying success. Ink. Strength. Jawlines. Peak performance vibes. Of course, England’s players often say Bazball doesn’t actually exist, amusingly because if it doesn’t exist, what exactly did I just watch?
But we know what it is. It’s the batsman executing a stroke so depraved it defies description. It’s the excitement of the leader at his peak, a look that says: focused titan, beard made of wood, untamed style, so authentically Modern Savage you half-expect to glance over and see him playing at mid-off shirtless holding a fish.
It’s Ben Duckett still being allowed speaking publicly, resembling a happy little woodland creature smartly dressed, expressing thoughts like we’re breaking down traditions. Indeed, the energy, for a significant period, was only good energy.
Building period. Unity enforced through repetition of mantras. These beliefs may seem irrational as a test of “true belief”.
Am I alone? The criticism, the outrage, the feeling of letdown following the initial loss seems too strong, too much. England batted badly during the match, as history shows. They were dominated defensively in a short span when tactics failed, outplayed by the batsman imitating their style effectively, responsive to the situation, a man playing with a kind of light around him.
Currently, we see the criticism, the rage, the view of the sport as a failure. The consensus is that defeat must be total, they should be dismantled, to be scoured, obliterated, overwhelmed through sheer skill of the pace attack, the simple basics of the veteran, seen enjoying successes humbly like he’s just been given a rewarding prize. What will this do to them?
Problems arise due to setbacks. However, faults are ignored. It starts to feed on hatred of the outside world.
In truth, half a week out from the second Test, we have now reached an intriguing moment in the lifespan of this movement. England could quite easily win in the next Test in a blur of adrenal disruption. More likely, they could lose just as quickly. And if they do lose it seems we really might be entering the death cult phase.
Prior to that, there are two things to note on the topic. More than two years ago, at the start, of passion and hope, an piece was published labeling it a movement. People were very angry, which was helpful because everyone knows the best way of proving something definitely isn’t a cult is when its acolytes react defensively denying scrutiny of the beliefs.
What has happened lately are fascinating. Opposition to the style is now the trend. We have a uniformly angry internet, critical analysts, pictures of upset followers overseas disappointed by the short match, similar to investors demanding recourse.
Meanwhile, there is the broader context of Australia’s more nuanced more culturally hard-wired exasperation at these weirdly passive-aggressive buccaneers, stating, your cherished traditions and have fostered and nurtured as part of your identity from others, well, it’s all a bit of a gag ultimately.
This is the core issue. It’s all cults. The style was a trend as the game has its own culture. In fact, the sport in England is closed, a circle, a private event, an insular community with centuries of tradition and mystery defining it. This has always been a place where power and access are hoarded. It’s the colonial game of the British, the pioneering brand. And notably, the nation has its own culture, a structure of hidden ranks, a place that literally still has a king.
The team have been enclosed within this world from a young age. In trying to escape from it, to foster positivity, they are just repeating their upbringing, creating another a bubble, a limited community, but doing it this time with a modern squad and a mentor who wants you to be yourself provided you conform.
Stay present. Run towards the danger. But no matter how fast and far you run, you remain stuck.
Considering this, now is the time to offer compassion for Bazball, to acknowledge its merits, of which there are many. What is Bazball? Creating a sense of freedom. Questioning traditions. Batting aggressively|Attacking with
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