An ode to cricket anthems

Sometimes a song writer will capture a whole generation in one chorus.

He, she, or they, will just stumble across something that doesn’t just speak to our heart, ears or hips, but to our soul.

In cricket, it’s happened before.

To our modern and mordant ears, Our Don Bradman sounds like a piece of ass, but to Australians in the 1930s it spoke about their hero and how he was theirs.

People loved that little unlovable prick, and that song captured it all.

Years later we were told that someone didn’t actually like cricket, but that they loved it. A song that appeared to be about a white guy about to be robbed was actually abut an opening batsmen about to be beaten to death by Roberts, Holding and co.

In this one magical moment, they capture the fear of opening batsmen, and the love of cricket.

At the same time some ad men had a conundrum, how do you make something Australian without using the word Australia. They whispered into our ears about men with moustaches, and then magically changed the word Australian to Aussies.

Those Aussies were told to c’mon aussies, c’mon, c’mon. Australia’s new fake cricket team were suddenly Aussie as. But it was more than that, it was a song about taking out the stuffiness of cricket, de-englishing it, making it ozstrayan. A generation sang along.

The latest generation also has an anthem. Penned as a warcry for a team owned by a newspaper, the Deccan Chargers song captured the cricket world’s attention. The IPL had an anthem, these weren’t corporate teams designed to be playthings for the rich, these were flesh and blood teams that were there for all of us.

According to this blog, these are the lyrics:

Tum ball daloge hum jaan dalenge …Tum khel kheloge ho hum jaan pe khelenge…(2)

no ifs no more agar magar…(2)

Go Deccan Chargers..Go Chargers Go GO GO GO..Deccan Chargers Deccan Chargers Go GO GO GO (2)

Tum jahan jaoge hum ko wahan paoge…Tum Ab bachke hum se kahan jaoge…yeyeh
Tum jahan jaoge hum ko wahan paoge…Tum Ab bachke hum se kahan jaoge…

no ifs no more agar magar…(2)

Go Deccan Chargers..Go Chargers Go GO GO GO..Deccan Chargers Deccan Chargers Go GO GO GO (2)

Now, I can’t tell you what every word here means, but it doesn’t matter. This isn’t a song about about meanings, it’s about feelings.

When this song was written, they didn’t mean for it it to be stupidly repetitive enough to speak to the morons, or just idiotic enough to appeal ironically to the hipsters, the power of the cricket anthem flowed through them.

Like Sehwag or Trumper, the writers saw the ball and hit the ball, nothing else mattered.

Sweet, pure, cricket. Straight into my ears, my heart, my soul. When I sing this song out loud, I feel a warmth that cannot be explained by science.

One time in Kolkata, a taxi driver spoke Bengali, I spoke English, but we bonded over one thing, “Go the chargers, go the chargers, go, go, go, goooooooooo”.

Now it seems like the Deccan Chargers and their anthem might simply disappear. It’s sad, but it’s the end of this generation, and nothing lasts forever.

Cricket will have ups and downs, peaks and troughs, and highs and lows, but as long as it is a sport than can inspire musicians to inspire us through cricket related songs, then cricket is doing rather nicely.

I don’t like cricket anthems…


One thought on “An ode to cricket anthems

  1. Translation (I hadn’t previously thought of it as such a shit song):

    You’ll give (deliver) a ball (delivery), I’ll give my life. You play a game, I’ll play with my life.

    If-buts-blah-blah. Deccan blah blah.

    Some long-winded variation of “You can run, but cannot hide”. x2

    If-buts-blah-blah. Deccan blah blah.

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