It is easy for an English cricketer, forlornly fielding at
third man and watching the runs flow during an overseas tour,
to let weary shoulders sag, but this is precisely what he must
not do
Samanth Subramanian15-Nov-2001It is easy for an English cricketer, forlornly fielding at
third man and watching the runs flow during an overseas tour,
to let weary shoulders sag, but this is precisely what he must
not do. He must think of England, of the hopes of Old Blighty
resting on those very shoulders; how he does this is left to
personal choice. He could think of scones at tea; he could hum
a few bars of “Rule Britannia” under his breath; he could
think fondly, perhaps for the only time in his life, of the
Royal family.Or he could look behind him into the stands, where sprawl
various middle-aged men and women, pink with sun, sporting
little torso-wear but a draped Union Jack and zinc oxide, ale
never far from their hands, hollering motley songs
energetically.Sri Lanka may have the indefatigable Percy and Lionel, flagwavers from the very top drawer, but only England can boast of
an entire battalion of cheerleaders who make it their business
to follow the cricket team abroad, offering vocal support
where usually none exists, and standing by the players through
triumphs and disasters, the latter perhaps more numerous.The Barmy Army, as they have come to be christened, may now be
a formidable regiment, but it was initially just a social
gathering of backpackers who soldiered independently from
country to country. Only during the 1994-95 Ashes series in
Australia did these battle-scarred veterans agglomerate into a
cohesive unit, capable of striking fear into any home
supporter with animal war cries, funny costumes, and vigorous
waving of pitchers frothing with lager.Drunken-football-hooligan rampages, however, are never on the
Army’s agenda, no matter how much the beer may flow like
water. “It’s not just about beer,” said Paul Burnham, one of
the founding members, to the BBC. “Our idea is to bring
everyone together and try to be ambassadors for the country.
We behave ourselves but like a good sing song.”Their web-site, for what organisation can survive today
without a cyber-home and annoying pop-ups, assures us as much.
Barmy-Army.com, besides announcing their mission statement to
“make watching cricket more fun and much more popular,” is
also an effective forum where recruits contact each other,
coordinate group trips, or promise to meet before the start of
the first Test at the Gabba pub or the Eden Gardens chaistall.Contingents vary in strength. The No-Booze tour of Pakistan
saw only 50 Army members, no doubt only top brass, witness an
exciting series win in the subcontinent. Those who missed out,
however, got their chance in Sri Lanka, where hundreds of
foot-soldiers watched with disbelieving circumspection as
England notched up yet another victory.Hoping for a hat-trick in India might be asking for too much,
yet the Army had less trouble with conscription than the ECB.
Although they theorise, half in jest, that they might be in
more danger than the players, walking around as they do in
capes made out of the British flag, high-ranking officials in
the Army believe that, by heeding Foreign Office advice and
relying on the “Safety in numbers” maxim, they shall come to
no harm.”People already have their tickets and, as far as anybody can
say they will be there, we will be in India for the Test
series,” said Burnham. “I’m hoping that Indians fans will show
their solidarity and join us too.”Burnham should have no worries about that. In a country where
one hundred thousand fans throng matches, sleep nights outside
the ticket office to get even half-decent seats, initiate and
maintain stadium-wide Mexican waves to the point of monotony,
and generate astounding levels of decibels, the Barmy Army’s
rendition of “Nasser, Nasser Hussain” to the tune of “Rupert
the Bear” should fit right in.
