We love an ill-advised leave. We love Darren Gough. We love Australian batsmen ill-advisedly leaving Darren Gough.
We’ve just been watching Darren Gough bowling Australia out in the 1994-95 Ashes because, you know, why not? (If you want to gain an insight into the King Cricket editorial/creative process, we were sitting looking at our computer screen and found ourself googling “Darren Gough”. Then we watched this video. Then we wrote this article.)
The Sydney Test is best remembered as the one in which Mike Atherton declared on Graeme Hick when he was 98 not out – a really, transcendentally deflating decision for both England players and fans that Athers himself now greatly regrets.
But it was also a match when Darren Gough did Darren Gough things (even if it did ultimately end up a draw). Both David Boon and Steve Waugh were bowled leaving the ball and they were really highly marvellous dismissals that warrant another airing.
Gough was a marvellous bowler who was capable of truly devastating spells of fast bowling during an era when England needed such things roughly twice a Test match.
At the SCG in 1995, he helped England to 309 in their first innings with a highly unlikely 51. (It was his second and final Test 50 and came in his seventh match. The other one was on his debut). He then reduced Australia to 65-8 with a jarring mix of fast bowling and unexpected leg breaks.
Mark Taylor fell to the latter to give Gough his first Test five-for, but it was the first two wickets that were the best.
At 12-1, David Boon attempted to get his bat as far away from a back-of-a-length Gough delivery as he possibly could.
The ball seamed back in and knocked off stump over.
There are two very funny elements to this one.
- How unequivocally the ball was left
- David Boon
David Boon is just fundamentally funny, isn’t he? Think it’s the moustache.
There was also a great bit where the stump was down and rather than look back at it, Boon just stared at Gough.
It seems kind of weird that he didn’t look back. But why bother? He saw where the ball was going, he heard the noise, he saw Gough celebrating. It didn’t exactly require Holmesian logic or additional evidence to work out what had taken place.
But was the next one maybe even more fun?
At 39-4, Gough really bent his back – because he’s Darren Gough and that’s how he bowled. The batsman, Steve Waugh, first went to play it but then whipped his bat out of the way at the last nanosecond. The ball hit off stump halfway up.
The commentators thought Waugh had played on, but honestly, it was like there was a forcefield around the ball that actively repelled his bat.
This is how close he got to hitting it.
Okay, grainy 90s TV footage doesn’t help us here, but that vaguely spherical blur at the intersection of stump and bail is the ball. At this incredibly late moment Waugh was – we think – in the very process of changing his mind.
It’s absolutely nuts. He pretty much traced the exact trajectory of the ball with his bat, allowing a 10cm gap throughout, even as it deflected off his stump.
This is not just ill-advised leaving; this is elite ill-advised leaving. For that – combined with the fact that he’s Steve Waugh and therefore intrinsically amusing because of how comically serious he always was – we declare Waugh’s leave the funnier of the two.
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David Boon is possibly the most Australian man ever. Also I seem to remember reading somewhere that he holds the world record for most tinnies drunk on an Ashes flight. .
Thanks for this, KC, it brought back memories for me and I’m sure provided amusement to those with shorter memories and/or good reasons not to remember things that happened 27 years ago.
I remember hearing that Day Three spell on the radio surprisingly clearly. That night – the early hours of 3 January 1995, might even have been the very first time I inflicted an entire “all-night Ashes following” on Daisy, as that 1994/95 Ashes was our first together and that day’s cricket was the first time in that series that the match position and events of the day kept me awake pretty much all night.
Aficionados of Ridiculous Ashes might enjoy the ridiculous fact that the preceding test match, which would normally be a Boxing Day test, started on Christmas Eve that year and took Christmas Day as a rest day between day 1 and day 2, the latter being on Boxing Day. That timing did, however, enable the New Year’s Test actually to start on New Year’s Day – who new – (did you see what I did there)?
As if to foreshadow the wonder that was the Boon and Waugh leaves of that third test, it was those two characters who did most of the up-beating with the bat that made the Christmas Eve Test such a one-sided affair, scorecard-wise.
This, as a 14 year old, was my first ever time attending a test match. I went to day 2 & 3 with my Dad & Grandpa and despite it raining a bunch have so many fond memories. I remember on the way to the ground my Grandpa telling me how absolutely rubbish the Poms were, but then turning up and watching the crowd go absolutely mental as this guy called Gough smashed our bowlers all around the park. They then seemed to be even more raucous when Malcolm walloped a couple of sizes, I didn’t realise at the time he was such a terrible batter. I then got a crash course in that part of cricket watching where you wait to see if the drizzle clears so they can get a couple of overs in at the end of the day (they didn’t), fun times. The next day I watched Gough tear through our batting and I was starting to question my Grandpa’s wisdom about the abilities of the English. He was mostly right of course, but I have been a big Gough fan ever since.
Ticking a lot of cricket watching boxes there with your first visit. Top stuff.
I had tickets for that day.
I ended up in hospital a week earlier, so I got to watch the Melbourne test from my hospital bed, and then got flown home before the Sydney one.
All a bit rubbish, really. The holiday was going quite well until then, England aside.
Man, that doesn’t sound like an uplifting hospital experience: watching 90s England in an Ashes series.
Gough was properly ace as a cricketer. Not really my cup of tea as a broadcaster though.