Bias and prejudice same as ever

The South African nation­al crick­et team has nev­er been picked sole­ly on mer­it — and it still isn’t. If it was, Mar­tin van Jaarsveld would have played at least 30 Tests by now, pos­si­bly more.

Crick­et selec­tion should be eas­i­er than in most sports giv­en its reliance on sta­tis­tics. A soc­cer play­er, for exam­ple, isn’t weighed down by pub talk of his low tack­le count or goals per game where­as a bats­man with an aver­age of less than 35 is fre­quent­ly giv­en looks nor­mal­ly reserved for trans­sex­u­al cross-dressers.

But as com­pelling an argu­ment as sta­tis­tics can make, they are are nev­er good enough by them­selves. As Van Jaarsveld. For the last three years he has scored more runs, with more hun­dreds, at a high­er aver­age, than any­one else in first class cricket.

When there was­n’t room in the nation­al team he was, even­tu­al­ly, giv­en a place in the ‘A’ side. Against the third best team in the world (Aus­tralia ‘A’) he scored three con­sec­u­tive hun­dreds. Not bad. Not bad at all.

But it was at that stage of his career that ‘Jar­ra’ realised there was a prob­lem. When the time came to chat to, and socialise with, the ‘right’ peo­ple, he could­n’t do it. At least, he did­n’t want to. As a con­se­quence the ‘right’ peo­ple did­n’t get to know him and he fea­tured less than all his col­leagues and rivals in news­pa­per fea­tures and selec­tion meetings.

There was lit­tle talk of what a great ‘team man’ he was, or what a great sense of humour he had. No body seemed to know whether he was a fight­er or just an effi­cient plun­der­er of mediocre, provin­cial bowl­ing (who hap­pened to get lucky against Aus­tralia ‘A’!)

In short, there was noth­ing ‘extra’ about Mar­tin van Jaarsveld, no ‘added val­ue’. At least, that was the per­cep­tion. He did­n’t dress snap­pi­ly, did­n’t have a dra­mat­ic child­hood sto­ry, a famous girl­friend, a fast car…a bad dis­ci­pli­nary record. Any­thing to endear him­self. Instead, he just scored runs. Lots of them.

When he final­ly scored enough of them to kick the door down to the nation­al team, he played two Tests against Bangladesh on a hid­ing to noth­ing and then raced down the N1 at an hours notice to replace Her­schelle Gibbs against Sri Lan­ka. He was bat­ting with­in two hours of get­ting the call-up. No won­der he did­n’t last long.

In the one-day team he was treat­ed even worse. As a spe­cial­ist top-order bats­man in sev­en match­es in the NatWest Series in Eng­land, he bat­ted at num­ber six twice. He bat­ted at num­ber sev­en, twice. And even at num­ber eight. Of course, Jar­ra did­n’t complain.

Occa­sion­al­ly good peo­ple like Mar­tin van Jaarsveld need some­one to shout their name for them because they’re not very good at doing it them­selves — or shmooz­ing with the impor­tant suits at cock­tail parties.

As I have yet to receive an invi­ta­tion to an impor­tant cock­tail par­ty, allow me to try the for­mer: “MARTIN VAN JAARSVELD!!!”

 

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