“What I’m looking for is someone who can contribute to what England has given to the world: culture, sophistication, genius. A little bit more than an ‘ot dog, know what I mean?”
That is one of the many memorable quotes from Harold Shand, the quintessential London gangster as portrayed by Bob Hoskins in the classic 1980 film The Long Good Friday. At the moment, with further Ashes horrors lurking around the corner in the third Test at Edgbaston, it’s the only type of riposte I can think of to try to keep the ruthless yet impudent Aussies in their place.
Harold’s classic put-down line was directed towards some American mafia types but it could easily be used to pour scorn on our colonial cousins. Yes, evoke the cultural cringe. Remind the swaggering Aussies that they go all gooey and mushy in the wake of any proper class and culture being thrust their way. It’s small consolation, I s’pose. Both players and past players – now commentators – were, as per norm, in awe of the aura of Lord’s that never ceases to knock ém dead. Chuck a punnet of strawberries and cream in their direction on a tennis court and they turn into softies again. Royalty. That works too. We have to think of something. This was the line of attack that I think the Daily Mail sports writer Martin Samuel used during the 5-0 Ashes debacle of recent times. You might be good at cricket, he inferred, but you’ve got sod all else. Battle of the bands for instance, Martin went on. British rock history against Aussie plodders. No contest. As Jake Riviera, co-founder of Stiff Records and one-time manager of Elvis Costello, once said: “The Americans may have invented rock ‘n roll but only the British can play it.” No mention of Aussies. Meanwhile, Martin carried on with argument to say that a band like Midnight Oil could not mix it with true UK heavyweights and would even be laughed out of an Essex nightclub. A bit harsh, I thought. I saw Midnight Oil deliver a classic gig at Hammersmith Palais in the English summer of 1985. My Mancunian mate Robin Maurice knew nowt about the band. But he enjoyed them. However, he was bemused by the audience. “Who are all these people?” he asked. “Ah, they’re all Australians,” I nonchalantly replied. Robin was still puzzled. “But why do they all look so soddin ’healthy?” he blurted out. There was no answer to that. That is how it seems around the cricket arena at present. The Cardiff Test seems like a mirage already. So we’ll have to stick our tongues out and brag about better culture and all things UK. As if to prove the point, another Mancunian rolled into Adelaide last week and delivered the goods. Johnny Marr at the Gov was excellent entertainment, both when he blasted out his newer solo stuff or delved into the archives for some classic Smiths tunes. He had the audience eating out of his hand. Not that they minded. And he reminded them that, as one observer pointed out, those Smiths’ odes were his songs as much as Morrissey’s. It was bizarre to hear the whole crowd cheerily singing the words: “And if a double-decker bus crashes into us…” You know the rest. Johnny Marr made me proud to be English. And proud to be Northern. Only an Englishman could make such pathos sound so positively pleasurable. And he even rocked out with an encore rendition of the Depeche Mode anthem “I Feel You.” English again. A song by good ol’ Essex lads. So if Edgbaston becomes another rout, we English will just have to look for solace elsewhere via some tenuous point of order. Don’t get me wrong – I love Australia as a country. I live here and treat it as a sun-kissed retirement home. But once the cricket goes wrong in the Ashes – at either end of the globe – it all becomes a bit like a mental siege. Time to duck for cover. A bit like the English batsmen at the moment as both Mitches have ’em twitching. At least the Edgbaston crowd will be a bit more raucous than the rather genteel Lord’s contingent. Maybe that will lift our lot. As I say, in times of desperation it’s time to look anywhere for fresh hope. I wonder what Harold Shand’s team talk would be if he was around to address the English team?