Sometimes, something significant happens that unites a nation. That unites the world. With the passing of Phillip Hughes, it appears that Australians in particular have been deeply cut but so has the rest of the cricketing world.
Across the globe, there have been scenes of sadness. Of great displays like the Kiwis and Pakistanis showing their respect by not rejoicing the fall of a wicket in their game. Or Brendan McCallum, the New Zealand batsman, having Hughes’ initials under his crest when he reached the fastest Kiwi century. Or India of all countries, agreeing for a game to be postponed instead of worrying about their cash flow. And of course, Michael Clarke in his press conference today, breaking down, looking like he’d aged overnight. Which he probably has.
The sport takes a backseat while a nation grieves for a young man gone too soon. It puts things in perspective. For the cricketers, I’m sure things will never be the same. A decision going against them will no longer matter as much. A match lost will not mean the end of the world. A century will just be another hundred runs. Because in the end, the players have lost a person. A friend, a brother, a mate.
A cricketing nation grieves.
And it’s going to take a long time to heal.
Until next time,