Yesterday I was commentating Australia playing Bangladesh. It was the first time I have ever commentated on Australia.
For the first innings it wasn’t that important to me, but for the second it became very important when I was commentating on Dirty Dirk Nannes.
In 2007 I sat almost alone in the MCG watching Victoria. It wasn’t the first year I had done it, I’d being doing it for years. Now it is research, at the time is was wasting my life.
One of those days I saw Dirk Nannes. I had seen him before, in the 06/07 shield final, but watching this big bad fast bowler storming in with his masculine unpolished run, hitting batsmen, beating batsmen, getting batsmen out and falling over I was captivated.
It was clear that Nannes, who I knew nothing of at the time, was not some spoon fed academy boy.
This was an older player who had taught himself to play, it wasn’t perfect, but it was great to watch, even on the occasions that I saw him fuck up (mostly fielding).
At the time I was a film maker in my late 20s.
I’d just started cricket with balls a few months earlier. I was a late start to writing, unpolished, incorrect, insane and grammatically wrong.
My writing was self taught as I hadn’t even finished high school, I was at the age where most go and get real jobs and I wrote about cricket in such a way that the establishment would never touch me.
At that stage the chance of Dirk Nannes playing for Australia in an ICC tournament or me making a meagre living off cricket writing would have been a million to one.
3 years on Dirk was beating up the Bangladeshis while I swore on live commentary.
I doubt either of us really saw this happening, neither of us had spent our whole lives trying to get where we are now, but both of us are pretty happy that we are where we are.
Commentating on the big fellas as he took wickets, fell over, and bowled his masculine balls of strength was pretty fucken awesome.
Although to be fair I used to commentate at the G back in 07, but no one listened back then.