The Journey of a Cult tends to be marked by specific steps.
A charismatic leader or leaders propose a new and transcendent idea offering a cure for alienated and vulnerable people.
And so it goes. Plans are in motion to challenge the establishment overseas. Tensions are rising. Smoke is rising from the out-houses. A lone figure, naked, shivering, the slogan POSITIVE INTENT written on his body as a statement, has stumbled through the lines and is being led away in secrecy for a temporary assignment elsewhere.
Remember the beginning, when everything was fresh? The days of Bazball 1.0, of Bazball without brains.
Cult leaders offer a reboot, optimism ahead, love, redemption within a community with shared faith in the method.
What was this thing initially? Players celebrating basking in glory. Body art. Forearms. Determination. Elite male wellness energy. Oh sure, The squad often say they don’t use the label, ironically because if it doesn’t exist, what exactly did I just watch?
Yet it’s clear the concept. It’s Harry Brook playing a shot so unconventional it has to be pixelated. It’s the adrenaline of Ben Stokes in his final form, a demeanor suggesting: focused titan, strong features, untamed style, so authentically Modern Savage you almost imagine to glance over and find him positioned at mid-off shirtless holding a fish.
It’s the batsman often seen addressing the media, resembling a cheerful animal in a waistcoat, uttering phrases such as we’re breaking down traditions. Indeed, the vibe, for quite a long time, was entirely positive.
Growth phase. Cohesion maintained by rote learning of the cult’s slogans. These principles may seem irrational as a loyalty check.
Is it just me? The reaction, the outrage, the feeling of letdown post-defeat appears excessive, too much. The batting collapsed on the field, as they often do in Australia. They were savaged defensively during a brief period when tactics failed, carved around by the opponent playing aggressively but smarter, adjusting to the pitch, an athlete shining with a kind of light around him.
Currently, we see the criticism, the anger, the perception of the team as a disgrace. The opinion suggests that defeat must be total, they must be humbled, to be cleansed, flame-throwered, destroyed through sheer skill of Mitchell Starc’s movements, the simple basics of the bowler, out there celebrating achievements modestly similar to getting a rewarding prize. What impact will this have?
Issues emerge because of mistakes. Yet, mistakes are denied. It begins to thrive on hatred of the outside world.
In truth, half a week out the next match, we are at an intriguing moment in the lifespan of this approach. England could quite easily win in the next Test in a blur of adrenal disruption. More likely, failure may follow. Should they fail it appears we really might be entering the death cult phase.
Prior to that, several aspects to consider about this. Previously, back in those heady early days, of optimism and energy, a column appeared suggesting Bazball was a cult. There was outrage, which was helpful because everyone knows the best way of proving that it’s not a closed group is when its acolytes react defensively denying scrutiny of the philosophy.
The developments recently is just as interesting. It seems that hating Bazball has now become the cult. We have a uniformly angry internet, critical analysts, images of frustrated travelling fans cheated out of three days of cricket, reminiscent of people wanting fairness.
Meanwhile, exists the larger scene of the opponent’s mixed deep-seated frustration towards the unconventional visitors, claiming, the methods you value and have developed as one way of separating yourself from others, well, it’s all a bit of a gag after all.
And this is the real point. All movements are similar. The approach was a phenomenon because cricket is a cult. Or at least, the team has long been exclusive, a circle, a private event, a restricted environment with centuries of tradition and mystery defining it. This has always been a place where power and access are hoarded. It’s the imperial sport of the nation, the original sports washers. And guess what, Britain is itself a cult, a system of unknown levels, a royal family remains.
The players have been sealed up in this environment since childhood. Attempting to break free, to foster positivity, they are mirroring their own experience, creating another a bubble, a closed circle, but doing it this time with 15 cool guys and a coach encouraging individuality as long as yourself is quite a lot like myself.
Live where your feet are. Run towards the danger. But no matter how fast and far you run, you’re always basically in the same place.
Reflecting on this, it is perhaps the moment to show understanding for the approach, to acknowledge its merits, of which there are many. How to define it? Promoting liberation. Challenging orthodoxies. Batting aggressively|Attacking with
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