In the first three weeks of this trip, she stripped the list bare and with interest.
Thanks to Sue, I shared desires some of her list spoke of, namely the Musee d'Orsay and its Fort Knox of impressionist painters and the glorious curves and representation of the human form in the Musee Roddin.
Despite being able to share these riches, my own list had them at position three and four. Today, I attended to number two and fulfilled the missing leg of a promise I made to mates during the heat of backyard cricket, even before I reached long pants. Admittedly, I claimed I would play on all three of Sydney, Melbourne and Lords, something I can confidently recognise I have failed to do. At the time, I had only ever been to the SCG, watching Doug Walters score those historic twin centuries in February of 1969, the memory of which eventually found its own place in the museum at the SCG.
Instead, I have watched glorious deeds too many to name from the boundary in Sydney and done tours in, around and under the SCG so often, I would be happy to substitute as a tour guide. In my thirties, I finally added Melbourne to the list, touring the ground with my Dad. Today, I completed the third leg, nearly fifty years after bragging to my playing companions between overs of a Test at the LCG.
It was a overcast day: rain threatening but unlikely to arrive until the evening. Sue was to share the event in much the same way as I had stayed at her elbow at the Louvre but, at the last, she had gone to bed with a cold which treated her badly during the night.
Reluctantly, I left for the tube station by myself.
Eventually, we were called to order by Graham, our tour guide and showed the little urn itself. The age old debate about the Ashes never leaving Lords surfaced but I let it run, even the claim that the MCC is simply following Ivo Bligh's - the original owner - instructions. He raised the doubt some people have that what we were looking at was a copy and went on to say that the urn had gone to Australia in 1988 for the bicentenary and a few years ago because Richard Branson made the price right. It was then I expressed doubt that the real McCoy traveled on either occasion and was met with a rye smile.
|The media centre|
The guide chose to declare his disbelief that a young lad in our party from South Africa not only didn't recognise the Little Bugger from Bowral but had never heard of him. His father was declared negligent, admittedly in a friendly way. I took exception to the naming of Bradman as the greatest batsman of all time and when challenged to name an alternate, had no hesitation in declaring my innings on Tendulkar, a selection the Indians in the tour delighted at.
We inspected the visitor's dressing room and spent some time dissecting the honour boards. I wasn't aware but "The Colonel", Dillip Vengsarkar, is the only visiting player to score three centuries in three consecutive tours. Australians feature strongly on the boards, this being a happy hunting ground for the Aussies since WWII, despite losing here last time. Graham Smith has the highest score at Lords but it was generally agreed, even by the South Africans present, that no one knew how!
The slope on the ground is obvious from either end and stands out when you take photos down at ground level.
The media centre stands out like that part of a dog which suffers the most during spading. Mind you, apart from the Members Pavilion, the rest of the stands are plain and undistinguished and frankly inadequate by the stands of modern stadium grandstands but then, this isn't a stadium and never will be. In Australia, we make arenas but England have small grounds to fit gently into their landscape, often controlled - as Lords in - by old clubs who own their grounds and therefore set their own agendas. No flags or musical instruments at Lords but you can bring your own food and either four bottles of beer or a bottle of wine. The dress standard has been relaxed everywhere except the Members Pavilion and Lords even allows women into areas previously reserved for more that 150 years for men.
|The retractable light towers|
At least they had the sense to put the modern media centre at the opposite end of the ground to the Members Pavilion. That way, at least, both can never be in your line of site simultaneously.
We finished with a visit to the media centre and then below it, were given the chance to walk onto the ground. The young Sarth Efrikan did so, with his father promising a greater scope to his future cricket education. I declined to transgress the turf. I hadn't earned the right.
Lovely tour and as I purchased my England cap - odd choice I know, but it looked good on me - I knew I had sated a thirst, closed the last side of that boldly stated triangle of promises and ticked the second number on my bucket list for this trip. Two, three and four are now completed.
Despite all of these considerations, the SCG is still a better ground and its tour more interesting, more informative. I may have walked about the home of cricket, the place where Father Time looks down the years and affirms the game and the single place which has influenced the game more than any other, on and off the field. Even last week, in a committee room which shares a wall with the Long Room, England's selectors dropped Kevin Pietersen.
It was great but Sydney is greater.
Home for a late lunch at the local - the Stanhope Arms in Gloucester Rd - and short walk around the neighbourhood with she on the sick list, in order to convince her out of any further activities for the day.
The remaining part of my bucket list? The number one item?
Bringing Sue home happy.