Australia’s captain, Michael Clarke, pauses as he speaks at the funeral of Phillip Hughes. Photograph: Reuters
I’m deeply honoured to have been asked by Phillip’s family to speak
today. I am humbled to be in the presence of you, his family, his
friends and his community. He was so proud of Macksville and it is easy
to see why today.
Taken from the game, his family and loved ones at the age of just 25,
he left a mark on our game that needs no embellishment. I don’t know
about you, but I keep looking for him.
I know it is crazy but I expect any minute to take a call from him or
to see his face pop around the corner. Is this what we call the spirit?
If so, then his spirit is still with me. And I hope it never leaves.
I walked to the middle of the SCG on Thursday night, those same
blades of grass beneath my feet where he and I and so many of his mates
here today have built partnerships, taken chances and lived out the
dreams we paint in our heads as boys.
The same stands where the crowds rose to their feet to cheer them on
and that same fence he sent the ball to time and time again. And it is
now forever the place where he fell.
I stood there at the wicket, I knelt down and touched the grass, I
swear he was with me. Picking me up off my feet to check if I was OK.
Telling me we just needed to dig in and get through to tea. Telling
me off for that loose shot I played. Chatting about what movie we might
watch that night. And then passing on a useless fact about cows.
I could see him swagger back to the other end, grin at the bowler,
and call me through for a run with such a booming voice, a bloke in the
car park would hear it.
The heart of a man who lived his life for this wonderful game we
play, and whose soul enriched not just our sport, but all of our lives. Michael Clarke, third left, helps carry the coffin of Phillip Hughes.Photograph: Daniel Munoz/AP
Is this what indigenous Australians believe about a person’s spirit
being connected with the land upon which they walk? If so, I know they
are right about the SCG.
His spirit has touched it and it will forever be a sacred ground for
me. I can feel his presence there and I can see how he has touched so
many people around the world. The tributes to him from cricket lovers
kept me going.
The photos, the words, the prayers and the sense of communion in this
loss from people across the globe have shown me his spirit in action.
It has sustained me and overwhelmed me in equal measure. And the love of
my band of baggy green and gold brothers and sisters have held me
upright when I thought I could not proceed.
His spirit has brought us closer together – something I know must be
him at work because it is so consistent with how he played and lived. He
always wanted to bring people together and he always wanted to
celebrate his love for the game and its people.
Is this what we call the spirit of cricket? From the little girl
holding a candlelight tribute, to masters of the game like Tendulkar,
Warne and Lara, the spirit of cricket binds us all together. We feel it
in the thrill of a cover drive. Or the taking of a screamer at gully,
whether by a 12-year-old boy or by Brendon McCullum in Dubai. It is in
the brilliant five-wicket haul, just as significant to the players in a
Western Suburbs club game as it is in a Test match.
The bonds that led to cricketers from around the world putting their
bats out, that saw people who didn’t even know Phillip lay flowers, and
that brought every cricketing nation on earth to make its own heartfelt
tribute.
The bonds that saw players old and new rush to his bedside from
wherever they heard the news to say their prayers and farewells. This is
what makes our game the greatest game in the world.
Phillip’s spirit, which is now part of our game forever, will act as a custodian of the sport we all love.
We must listen to it. We must cherish it. We must learn from it. We must dig in and get through to tea. And we must play on.
So rest in peace my little brother. I’ll see you out in the middle.
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