Almanac Cricket: Shane Warne and the gift of hope
Bowled, Shane.
When you had the ball, anything was possible. And that’s as good as it gets.
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Early December 1994.
I meet you in early December 1994. We each shuffle about on the deserted main street of Lorne. Thongs, t-shirts, utterly without care. I am on Day 1 of a two-month holiday. You are an Australian Test cricketer. I spot you and return to the nearby car. You sign page 1 of my little exercise book that I was to use as a trip diary. Me and a couple of mates from Melbourne heading for Mt Gambier, Adelaide, Darwin.
“Have a great trip. Hope you make it! All the best.”
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Late December 1994.
A couple of weeks later. My mates and I lie sprawled outside the tent at Streaky Bay, SA. Shark nets in place off the jetty. Sky as blue as murder. And a battery powered ABC radio crackles away on the Melbourne Ashes Test. You bowl, we listen. And we raise cold triumphant cans as that day in our Victorian backyard, you take a hat trick of Pommy wickets.
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Late January 1995.
A couple of weeks later. I lie in intensive care at Royal Adelaide Hospital with broken neck, closed head injury and collapsed lung. We’d stacked the car outside Threeways, NT. You are in Adelaide for the England Test. My 16 year old brother, in town with the calamity, approaches the Australian cricket team dressing room at Adelaide Oval. The guy on the door hears the story, and then you appear. You give my brother a message and with it you give him a signed floppy white hat. A signed picture of Allan Border is also given. That same day, the hat is hung above my hospital bed. The hat comes with me over the next weeks and months as I move from hospital room to hospital room, slowly recovering all the time.
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5 March 2022.
I’m pretty sure I’ve still got that hat somewhere. Tucked away in a bag in a top cupboard in a wardrobe in a house I’m not able to get to today.
You have gone, Shane Warne.
But thanks for the many, many gifts of hope.
Hope is the greatest gift.
Bowled, Shane.
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David Wilson is a hydrologist, climate reporter and writer of fiction & observational stories. He writes under the name “E.regnans” at The Footy Almanac and has stories in several books. One of his stories was judged as a finalist in the Tasmanian Writers’ Prize 2021. He shares the care of two daughters and likes to walk around feeling generally amazed. Favourite tree: Eucalyptus regnans.
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Wow al that time we worked together and I had no idea that a) you’d met Shane, and b) you’d been through an horrific accident. Thanks for sharing that Dave. Yesterday was a sad day for all cricket lovers, the loss of a true cricket legend.
OBP thank you – personal – still just seems so surreal and a horrific dream we will all wake up from
Thanks Darren-in-Sweden and OBP.
Oh the boundless joy of watching SK Warne set and execute a trap. Hope.
A nice reminiscence, e.r.
Now to find the hat.
Thanks E.r.
Yes, to hope and joy. SKW gave these to us. I reckon, in his way, he would’ve continued to do this.
I never met him but did see him and ME Waugh out in Adelaide one night during the 1993 Test against the West Indies when we lost by a run. Both looked very sharp (it was early in the evening) and keen to impress. They were noticed by all and sundry. Both made first innings ducks so it might’ve been ill-advised. Looking back it seems almost quaint that they’d be anywhere but their hotel during a Test!
Thanks Dave for this personal recollection. I’m enjoying, if that’s the right sentiment the many and varied stories of Warnie. He was a sporting genius and an enigma on a personal level.
I recall sometime in ’99 I was a volunteer in a Special School helping a young lad, David learn to read and do simple sums. David was a great cricket fan and was disappointed that Australia wasn’t doing so well. I remember telling him that that very afternoon Warnie could very well go bang, bang, bang and we snatch a victory. Guess what Warnie did ? The next time I saw young David he was so happy.