Howzat!
Authors: Brett Lee
According to the Laws of Cricket, the fielding team must always ask an umpire to give a decision on whether a batsman is out or not, even if it is obvious. This is known as appealing. Fielders usually appeal by asking, ‘How’s that?’ Said fast and excitedly, this becomes
Howzat!
Toby Jones and the Timeless Cricket Match
Toby Jones and the Clash with Father Time
3 William and the Amazing Glass Tube
4 Return to the Timeless Cricket Match
Brett Lee’s Fielding Report Card
Brett Lee’s Bowling Report Card
Brett Lee’s Batting Report Card
Legendary Moments From The Ashes
Seven Wonders of an Ashes World
JUST like Toby Jones, I was obsessed by the game of cricket when I was a kid. I was always looking for ways to improve my game. I learned so much from my elder brother, Shane, and from seeking the advice of coaches. I read every cricket book I could get my hands on and I watched and learned from my idol: Dennis Lillee. Dennis was my inspiration, someone who I looked up to. I wanted to be just like him. (As it turned out, he has had a lot to do with my cricket career.)
I am sure you will find that this book is not only an excellent read, but also a very useful guide to the game of cricket. It contains lots of great hints and information that I hope you will be able to use to improve your own game.
When I first became involved in cricket, I had no idea where the game would take me. The opportunities and possibilities it has created for me are endless. Cricket has taught me many valuable lessons. Most of all it has shown me that if I always play hard and
enjoy
the opportunity of representing my country, I will be successful.
Every time I get asked to offer cricket advice to kids, my answer is always the same: enjoyment is the most important part of the game. When I am on the field, you will nearly always find me with a huge smile on my face. After suffering several injuries in my younger years, I have learned to make the most of every moment I get to play cricket.
This book reminds me of my own childhood days spent in the backyard with my brothers, always battling hard on the pitch to see who would be the champion player at the end of the day.
Toby Jones and the Timeless Cricket Match
and
Toby Jones and the Clash with Father Time
bring back truly great memories for me. I hope you enjoy reading
Howzat!
Brett Lee
What wonders abound, dear boy, don’t fear,
These shimmering pages never clear.
Choose your year, the
Wisden
name,
Find the page, your destined game,
Then find yourself a quiet place
Where shadows lurk, to hide your trace.
Whisper clear date, place or score
While staring, smitten; then before
(You hope) the close of play,
Be careful now, you’ve found the way.
So hide your home, your age, your soul
To roam this place and seek your goal.
Be aware that time moves on—
Your time, this time; none short, or long.
So say aloud two lines from here
Just loud enough for you to hear.
From a quiet spot, alone, unknown,
Back through time, now come—alone.
And never speak and never boast,
And never taunt, nor ever toast
This knowledge from your time you bring.
To woo the rest, their praises sing:
They wonder, and your star shines bright…
Just this once, this one short night?
But every word that boasts ahead
Means lives unhinged, broken, dead.
Don’t meddle, talk, nor interfere
With the lives of those you venture near.
Respect this gift. Stay calm, stay clever,
And let the years live on forever.
IT’S NOT JUST A GAME – IT’S TIME TRAVEL!
Chucky
Thursday—afternoon
‘Hey!’ Georgie waved to me from across the quadrangle after school. I was heading out to the oval for our first cricket practice for the season. ‘Have you heard yet?’ she yelled.
I knew what she was talking about. The MCG cricket camp. The letters were being sent out this week. Every day I’d raced home to check the letter box but there’d been nothing. Jimbo hadn’t got anything either, which made me feel slightly better. I wondered about Scott Craven, but I wasn’t going to ask him. Besides, as long as I
didn’t
know the letters had arrived, there was a chance that mine was still coming.
I looked at Georgie’s eager face as she walked towards me. ‘Nope. But I reckon tonight’s the night,’ I said.
‘Yeah, well, I hope so, Toby. You’ve been spaced out all week waiting for this letter. You do realise that you might not have been chosen?’
‘Of course I do,’ I snapped.
‘Hey,’ she said, holding up both hands, ‘it’s not my decision. Anyway,’ she added, quickly changing the subject, ‘Ally told me at recess that you’re going soon.’
‘Going?’
‘To Lord’s.’
‘How do you know? No one’s told me anything.’
‘She got a letter from Jim.’
‘Yeah? Well, at least someone’s getting letters.’ I was surprised and a little hurt. Why hadn’t Jim said anything about it to me? Now that he was living with us, it wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen me to talk about his plan to help Ally.
It all tied in with my ability to time travel and take people with me. All I had to do was open a
Wisden Cricketers’ Almanack
, focus on a scorecard and I could travel back to that game at the exact time it was being played. The catch was that you only had two hours of time travel before you started to fade away. And after what had happened seven months ago, I’d been convinced I’d never time travel again.
Scott Craven’s uncle, Phillip Smale, had stolen a magic scorecard from Jim, which enabled anyone to time travel. Smale intended to use it to make himself rich, and he’d started by taking a guy back to a cricket match in Brisbane—and leaving him there. Ally and I had gone on a dangerous mission to rescue him. It was especially dangerous for Ally,
who’d already been back to that same time once before and risked the chance of seeing herself. Jim had warned me that the two Allys would draw together like powerful magnets. He hadn’t said what the consequences of this would be, but I sensed they were bad. And Ally had been sick with a mysterious illness ever since.
She’d visited three different doctors, had tests done at hospital and had even seen a rare disease specialist from the United States. But none of them could work out what was wrong. Recently, she seemed to be getting worse, and had started going home from school at lunchtime each day. Jim was the only person who could help, but so far he hadn’t explained how—except to say it involved going back to Lord’s in England, the birthplace of cricket.
I tuned back into Georgie—she was looking at me as if Ally being sick was all my fault. ‘She’s just not herself,’ she said. ‘She’s different; just mooching about without any energy or spark. That’s so not Ally.’
‘Jim said something about some of her soul or spirit being taken,’ I said. I was about to ask about the letter when Georgie interrupted.
‘Yeah, well, I reckon it’s time for you and Jim to go wherever it is you’ve gotta go and get it back for her. Before it’s too late. And I think I should go too,’ she said firmly, avoiding my gaze.
‘No way, Georgie,’ I said. ‘Even if I wanted you to come, there’s no way Jim would let you.’
‘What do you mean? Don’t you want me to come?’
‘It’s not that. It’s a dangerous mission.’
‘Oh, and I’m not up for a dangerous mission, huh? I went to Leeds with you. I was there with you when we were bashing Scott and Gavin over at the Scorpions’ clubhouse.’
Georgie’s outburst surprised me. It just didn’t make any sense that she’d want to come along as well. Surely she realised that? Unless…
‘Georgie?’ I took a deep breath. How was I going to say this? ‘Um, if you think me and Ally—’
‘C’mon, you two,’ Jay shouted, running past us. ‘Mr Pasquali said first four out to practice get to use Chucky!’
Chucky? Georgie and I glanced at each other briefly, then we both sped off. Maybe she didn’t want to go where I was heading with the conversation either. But I’d have to talk to her about it sometime. Georgie and I had known each other since we were tiny; we’d always lived in the same street and so were like brother and sister. But since Ally had got involved with the time travel, Georgie had changed. She was snappier.
And we weren’t spending as much time together as we used to.
My worries about Georgie, Ally and her illness, as well as the lack of interesting mail in our letterbox, were quickly put aside as I arrived at the top oval just
in time to see Mr Pasquali unveiling a strange-looking metal and plastic contraption.
‘Righto, everyone,’ he said with a grin. ‘Meet Chucky.’
It stood on three legs and had a big, round glass top. A line of balls encircled the top section. There was a touch screen, a camera and a whole lot of lights and buttons. It looked like something from a science fiction movie, some kind of robot.
‘Is it ours, Mr Pasquali?’ Rahul asked.
‘Not exactly,’ Mr Pasquali said, patting it. ‘It’s on loan, shall we say, from a friend of mine studying sports training and physiology. It arrived from the States a few weeks ago. We’ve got it for a week.’ He pressed a button and a series of lights flicked on.
‘So what does it do, exactly?’ Jay asked.
‘What does it
do
?’ Mr Pasquali repeated, his face alive. ‘Well, let’s have a demonstration. Jay, go and stand by that blue cone there while I program Chucky.’
‘Program?’ I mouthed to Georgie. She raised her eyebrows but didn’t say anything. Mr Pasquali pressed some more switches and Chucky started humming. We stepped forwards to have a closer look.
‘Jay, you ready?’ Mr Pasquali called.
‘No worries, Mr Pasquali. Will I be taking a few catches?’ Jay asked.
‘Hopefully about fifty,’ Mr Pasquali said, grinning. ‘Stand back!’ he shouted suddenly.
Thwump!
A yellow ball flew out of the machine like a discus and soared into the sky. Jay moved to his left, stumbled back a few paces, then tripped over, ending up on his backside.
Thwump!
Another ball shot out.
‘Get up, Jay!’ I called.
‘Eight more of these, then we start the running catches,’ Mr Pasquali said.
‘Maybe we shouldn’t have started with Jay,’ Jono, our captain from last season, said, laughing as Jay completely missed the next ball as well.
‘You’ll all get a go soon enough,’ Mr Pasquali said, checking a dial on the machine.
We watched poor Jay running all over the place, desperately trying to get his hands to the ball. The next set of throws came hard and fast, though Jay managed to take a couple of blinders. After ten tricky fly balls that flew off in random directions—Jay caught three of them—Mr Pasquali switched the machine off.
‘Okay, gather round, people. Jay, you actually did pretty well. Are you happy for everyone to hear Chucky’s report?’
‘Yeah, sure,’ Jay said, shrugging.
We edged closer to the screen.
‘
The player has performed moderately well with a success rate of 43 per cent
,’ a metallic voice said.
‘Chucky talks?’ Ivo said, wide-eyed.
‘Shhhh…’ ‘
The player’s initial movement is sluggish, with a tendency to move forwards without making a reasoned
assessment of how far the ball will carry. Please refer to visual one…’
The screen flickered to life and there was Jay running forwards then stumbling backwards. The video cut to another image, this time focusing in on his feet.
‘Oh my God,’ whispered Jimbo. ‘That is so cool.’
Mr Pasquali hit another few buttons and Chucky started printing something.
‘Your report card, Jay,’ he said, passing Jay a piece of paper.
‘If I’d known it was this serious, I would have tried,’ Jay said.
‘Right, who’s next?’ Mr Pasquali called.
We were jumping around like crazy; even Jay, who obviously wanted to show us all that he was a better fielder than his 43 per cent rating.
‘Let’s have the captain and our female player showing us their stuff,’ Mr Pasquali said, loading more balls into Chucky.
Jono did really well, achieving a score of 76 per cent. Chucky showed us a replay in super slow motion of one of Jono’s outfield catches, giving Mr Pasquali the chance to highlight some good fielding points, including Jono’s footwork, the way he cupped his hands and his steady head position.
Georgie didn’t appear so keen. Normally she was a great fielder, but after a few missed catches she waved an arm to Mr Pasquali and walked back in.
‘You okay, Georgie?’ Rahul asked.
‘Yeah, just don’t like all the attention. Nothing new,’ she said, sitting down.
Then she turned to look at me, frowning. ‘I miss Ally heaps,’ she said. ‘Especially out here during training.’
‘Yeah, I know what you mean. So do I.’ I regretted it the minute the words were out, but Georgie didn’t appear to notice. Or pretended not to hear.
Mum and Dad had promised to let me collect the mail every day this week. Arriving home, I reached a hand into the letter box and pulled out a wad of envelopes. Two from the bank, another one with a plastic window (probably a bill), a pink envelope for Natalie and a letter for Mum from England. Nothing for me. I tossed the letters onto the kitchen table and went to the fridge.
‘Nothing?’ Dad asked.
‘Nope, unless it’s come in a pink envelope with balloons on it,’ I said, grabbing a drink and closing the fridge door.
‘Probably not,’ Dad said, ruffling my hair. ‘At least you haven’t lost your sense of humour. Hey,’ he added, when I didn’t respond, ‘it’s out of your hands, Toby. Beyond your control.’
‘Yeah, I know,’ I replied, giving him a smile. ‘Dad, guess what we did at training tonight?’
We sat down at the table and I told him about Chucky.
‘Wow,’ he said when I’d finished. ‘You kids don’t know how lucky you are these days. We used to get excited if the coach smacked some high balls into the air for us to take at the end of practice.’ He sighed, then got up from his chair. ‘C’mon, mate. Help me get dinner organised.’
The most runs scored by a batsman off one over in international Twenty/20 cricket is 36. Yuvraj Singh hit six 6s in a row off Stuart Broad in a game against England during the 2007/08 season.
