Taylor deserves the ultimate accolade (2 November 1998)
WHEN the Australian cricket team arrived in England last year I was invited to introduce them at the welcoming press conference
02-Nov-1998
2 November 1998
Taylor deserves the ultimate accolade
By Michael Parkinson
WHEN the Australian cricket team arrived in England last year I
was invited to introduce them at the welcoming press conference.
Before we went on stage I was taken on one side and asked to try
to shield Mark Taylor from the inevitable questions about his
loss of form and lack of suitability for captaincy. I said in my
experience Mark Taylor was more than capable of seeing off his
critics without outside assistance and if by chance the
Australians didn't want him he could come and play for us.
As it was he treated his tormentors with charm and intelligence,
demonstrating, not for the first time, the difference in quality
between himself and his critics. Mark Taylor is a class act and
his recuperation in England was merely the overture to what he
achieved in Pakistan.
When he arrived here in Australia the other day it was to the
passionate embrace of a grateful nation. That is putting it
mildly. In a country where sporting success is everything, Mark
Taylor has the keys to the kingdom. If the people voted for a
president tomorrow he would be a shoo-in. The Prime Minister is
his greatest fan, advertisers and sponsors are threatening to
submerge him with money. Normally bilious phone-in hosts are
honey at the mention of his name.
Good grief, he has even been mentioned in the same sentence as
Sir Donald Bradman. The ultimate accolade. The funniest
compliment (although Mark Taylor's management don't think so) was
the advert for toilet paper appearing soon after he had scored
his triple century which read: "Tubby, It's Good To See You In
The Runs Again!"
An advertising man said Taylor could now make as much as he liked
selling whatever he wanted because he had the perfect image:
quality, reliability and triumph over adversity.
None of it is likely to change Mark Taylor. No sportsman of my
acquaintance has more clearly demonstrated an ability to treat
failure and success in the same level-headed way. Others may talk
of them being imposters, Mark Taylor is familiar with both and
holds the two of them by the throat at arm's length.
It was only 18 months ago at Heathrow airport when an immigration
officer said to Mark Taylor: "Ah, Mr Taylor, the captain."
"That's right," said Mark. "But for how long?" came the reply.
It was a question he faced when he went out to bat against
Derbyshire before the first Test match. He was out of form and
seriously contemplating not only giving up the captaincy but
retiring from international cricket. He nicked a wide half-volley
from Phil DeFreitas and Dean Jones dropped him at first slip.
Taylor walked down the wicket and said to Justin Langer: "That's
it. I'm ready to give up."
Langer told him to stop talking rubbish and start battling. Which
is what he did. He made 63, scored a century in the first Test
and took his team to victory in the series. Had Jones caught the
ball it might have been a very different story for Mark Taylor.
And he knows it, which is why he keeps an open countenance in
both triumph and adversity.
If one gesture in Pakistan summed up the man, it was declaring
the Australian innings closed with his score on 334. One more run
and he had beaten the mighty Bradman. One more run and never mind
fame, he was immortal. He will be forever remembered for the
record he didn't break. Was it a gracious gesture, an
acknowledgement of the unique status of Australia's most famous
sportsman? Or was it Mark Taylor doing what he has always done,
making a decision based on giving his team the best chance of
winning. We'll never know, but there's a book or two, not to
mention a mini-series, in the speculation.
In the final analysis the record will show that Taylor was one of
the greatest of all Australian captains, one of the most prolific
run-scorers and a man with few equals at first slip.
In many ways those are the least of his achievements. In my view
his most profound and important contribution has been to
demonstrate that good sportsmanship and success are not
incompatible, that good guys do come first, that it is possible
to withstand the so called "pressures" of modern sport without
becoming a pain in the backside.
What Mark Taylor represents can only be accommodated by old
fashioned words like decency, honour, modesty, chivalry even. He
is not a soft touch. You don't get to captain Australia unless
you can fight. But what he has never done is lose sight of the
fact that he is playing a game. Playing it for a living might be
different to doing it for love, but not so you have to sell your
soul to succeed.
While Mark Taylor was setting an example in Pakistan, John
McEnroe was behaving like a prat in Australia. Playing in some
gimmicky tennis tournament for fading stars, he revealed that he
had lost none of his ability to abuse officials. His foul
language and confrontational demeanour were suitable reminders of
what can happen to a game when it is abused by its participants.
His mollycoddling by the media was yet another indication of how
villains are transformed into heroes. If you want the doomsday
scenario of this trend, then just look at what is happening in
English football.
McEnroe and those who seek to emulate his behaviour (and those
who celebrate it) are the graffiti artists of sport. They leave
it the uglier for their presence.
Mark Taylor stands apart from the skulduggery. If this makes him
appear a quaint, isolated figure among modern sporting heroes
then that is the biggest compliment he can be paid. He is a
reminder of virtues we have either forgotten or reject for fear
of appearing unfashionable.
Brisbane and the first game against England will be Mark Taylor's
100th Test match. It might be his last series. What he has earned
is the right to retire in his own time and of his own choosing.
Mark Taylor's young son was once asked at school what his father
did for a living. "Not much," he replied, "he just plays
cricket." Like father like son. I'll bet when Dad does finally
retire he will regard his son's assessment as the perfect
epitaph.
Source :: Electronic Telegraph (https://www.telegraph.co.uk)