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hope he makes it through.
also makes you worry about the long-term effects on people who played in the pre-helmet era
hope he pulls through
Shit for his family and friends. Shit for his team mates. Shit for the bowler. Shit for cricket. Shit.
couldn't believe it when I heard it this morning
Feel so sorry for his friends, family and teammates, and also the bowler. Sounds like a rare and freak injury. RIP
hope he gets loads of help through this
fucking hell :-(
What is there to say?
Poor, poor guy :(
Far too young, and he had his best years ahead of him. Really feel for his family and also Sean Abbott, I can't imagine how he must be feeling right now.
I wonder how far cricket will interrogate into bouncers / aggressive bowling etc as a result of this. On the one hand it's highlighted a real danger in professional cricket, but equally it is a complete freak occurrence that has had tragic consequences.
I can't really see how they'd do it without hampering mobility, but maybe that's why they are helmet designers and I'm not!
it's such a freak thing that's happened that i don't think you can really put it down to helmet design.
but now that it has happened I'm sure that there will be a dose of reflection on safety in cricket, and I was really just wondering how far that would go..
You would have a sort of skullcap that covered that area behind the head and still allowed mobility. Although it sounded like that wouldn't (couldn't) fully protect you from the full impact so I'm not sure what would have happened here.
Always liked Hughes. What he lacked in technique he made up for with guts. I remember watching him in his first test and thinking he was going to be a rock for Australia's top order for years to come. Convinced he would still have made it sometime sooner or later but now, alas...
What a freak accident too - doctor says only around 100 cases have ever been recorded, and only one thanks to a cricket ball.
which effectively killed him at the scene, but they amazing managed to recsusitate in order ot get him into surgery and try to mend it.
It seems he was hit as he turned his head away form the close range ball, so it hit him at the base of his skull/ top of his neck., on that exposed part. Can't see how they can cover that part with a helmet without causing the risk of neck injuries at worst/ immobility at best.
So tragic, so young, RIP.
that it wasn't actually `a blow to the head` in the classic sense, more that the ball ruptured/blocked an artery at the base of the skull/neck which caused a hemorrhage which seemed to kill him within seconds.
Not sure how you can mitigate against such an unlikely impact. It could have just as likely happened to the square leg umpire getting boshed by a ball getting thrown back in from the boundary.
the most natural instinct to get away form a bouncer is to turn your head, just as he did. yikes.
And in this case his head was in the position it was because he was attempting a pull shot... but this is a hair that we both know emphatically does not need to be split :)
He played a hook shot and missed it.
Retired players have made the argument that all the protection makes modern players too willing to attack bouncers whereas they used to just avoid them. Even if that's true though I still can't imagine we're any worse off as a result.
Some cricketers put forward the view that before helmets were introduced batsmen quite understandably spent a lot of their development years learning how to watch the fast ball and avoid it, but that helmets enabled them to adopt a more attacking attitude to short bowling having the perverse consequence that they get hit more often.
That said obviously nobody in their right mind is going to suggest going back to no helmets and I think it's probably true that no amount of realistic helmet development can make a strike to the head or neck physically impossible. Sadly this is one of those times when we all get reminded how mortal we are.
Horrible for everyone involved. I really feel for Abbott. I can't really imagine how he could ever enjoy bowling another cricket ball to be honest, and I hope he gets properly looked after.
I defend a lot of your nonsense on here, but this is downright cuntish. go away.
What a complete freak occurrence, mathematically it must have been nigh on impossible for this to have happened. Devastated for Sean Abbott as well, poor bastard.
was probably more likely to have happened to a bowler or umpire at the non-striker's end trying to avoid a straight drive smashed back at them (without any protection). Still a tiny, tiny chance, but I think that's possibly true.
I remember seeing John Crawley smashed in the temple once before close fielders started wearing protection and was actually convinced he was dead. So many people underestimate how cricket can be a fucking brutal sport.
I was fully expecting him to make some sort of recovery, maybe not to full health but something.
worst day for cricket i can recall
and seeing the pictures of Abbott at the hospital. Clarke speaking on behalf of the family too.
Rest in peace, man. And best wishes to his family and friends.
since the first report describing that his mum and sister were watching from the stands when he got hit and collapsed. It's so sad.
becoming the captain of a national sports team and then having to get up in a press conference to read out a statement like that.
Fair play to Clarke, a really difficult thing to do.
Had no idea cricket was that dangerous.
Being from the west of Scotland we never got taught cricket at school. It was only when I was in my early 20s and I got asked to play in a charity cricket match that I realised how flipping hard a cricket ball was and how fast it got thrown by the bowler.
because one of my mates wasn't paying attention while fielding and lost 3 teeth
just such a horribly unlucky thing to happen, when you think about all the short balls bowled in every match ever. Feel so awful for everyone involved.
and quailed with a sort of fearful disdain - let alone my favourite sport. cricket, the noblest game, hates itself for this betrayal, and the way back will be so painful. don't want to pick up a bat any time soon, and I suppose I speak for many current professionals. but eventually they must. phil hughes would probably tell us from the ethereal realms that it was his own bloody fault for missing it, and the only advice he had was to keep your eye on the bloody thing. but as we cannot hear him, all is distress, doubt and shock. the game itself has killed.
I think this sort of utterly horrible incident often elicits a response of "something must be done", which I guess is understandable. Unfortunately we can only ameliorate and minimise risk and not remove it from any competitive sport. This is a one off - the amount of people killed attempting a shot must be infinitesimally small.
I do wonder how it may affect the game in the short term. India play Australia in a Test very soon (next week?) and it begs the question how soon the general style of play may get back to normal (it's going to be a bit weird seeing the first bouncer, for example).
The World Cup in Australia/NZ early next year will probably be pretty emotional.
to play given the doubts this must invariably cast on the way they are taught to play and to try to dominate batsmen. Think about David Warner's misguided gloating about Jonathan Trott's struggles against the short ball in the last Ashes for example.
The other thing that occurs is that Michael Clarke has handled this horrific situation incredibly well.
absolutely gutted about this news, still can't believe it has happened. everyone here thought he would pull out of it, maybe have an extended recovery and eventually be right. just never thought it would end this way. very much feeling for Sean Abbott as well
just a freak accident, and a horrible waste of not just a talented cricketer but a genuine nice guy
IT always takes you aback slightly when you see a Test cricketer close up.
Normally you observe them from afar, when they’re involved in what they do best, and trying mighty hard at it. Then they’re usually a little flushed. They’re suncreamed, stubbly, slightly grim.
But in repose — whether in a hotel lobby, or boarding a bus, or traipsing to training, or simply tapping on their phones — they look astonishing, young, taut from the discipline of their various physical regimes, but still almost teenage in their gawkiness.
To excel in sport, of course, involves a kind of indefinite extending of youth, with its boundless horizons of future possibility.
Watching Phillip Hughes, so boyish, cheerful and amiable, was all about the future. There was barely any past.
I remember a media conference on the 2009 Ashes tour. Twenty-year-old Hughes was asked what he recalled about the preceding Ashes in England.
Not much, he said. He’d been in Year 10 at the time, and hadn’t been allowed to stay up and watch it.
Long-headed critics looked askance at his homespun technique: so raw, so original, so seemingly ingenuous. But it came underpinned by a prodigy’s record, and a knack for hundreds, which few in his generation shared.
Hughes played the first Test of that series at Sophia Gardens in Cardiff. He cut his eighth ball for four. The journalist in front of me, a good Aussie patriot, said aloud with lipsmacking satisfaction: “The first of many!”
He seemed vindicated when the next one was dispatched identically.
Eighteen months ago, I watched Hughes bat with enormous maturity and poise at Trent Bridge in the Test match now remembered for the spectacular stroke play of Ashton Agar. I speculated at the time that his unbeaten 81 would in the long term be more significant than Agar’s star-spangled 98, being as Australian cricket was in sorer need of top-order stoicism than tailend heroics.
In each case, in 2009 and last year, the selectors left Hughes out after another Test.
There was work for him to do on that technique, not at that stage quite secure enough for the lures, baits and pitfalls of the top level. But we were all of us — peers, pundits, selectors, spectators — dealing in blue sky with Hughes.
He had the attitude. He had the look. Here was a cricketer, we told ourselves, with time on his side. Perhaps he assuaged his disappointments the same way. Certainly, he handled himself as first reserve with dignity, patience and enthusiasm.
Thus the intensity of the shock at his loss. Hughes is the tomorrow cricketer who will now form part of history. He is not the youngest Test cricketer to die. That tragic mantle still belongs to Manjural Islam Rana, the Bangladeshi spinner who was 22 when he died in a traffic accident in March 2007.
But he has become the first to be cut down, as it were, before our very eyes — in the act, in full bloom, in the presence of his mother and sister, by a delivery from a bowler who just six weeks ago was his teammate in a one-day series in the Gulf.
Every line of that is torture to write, and I simply watched him play cricket. What can palliate the blow for his immediate circle?
There will be analyses, repercussions, maybe even recriminations. When our modern bubble of safety is pricked, we ache for objects of ire, and some have already been lined up as potentially blameworthy: the bouncer, the helmet, the medics, an anonymous ABC tweeter.
But please, not yet. Why sour tragedy with anger? That the world has turned topsy-turvy is enough to cope with for the present.
A Test match is scheduled for next Thursday. In all likelihood, Hughes would have resumed his Test career there. What just days ago we looked forward to, we now dread.
The longer term? Cricket reserves a corner of its mythology for the unheard melody — always, as Keats wrote, the sweeter.
Bradman’s well-loved contemporary Archie Jackson, 23 when he perished of tuberculosis, played just eight Test matches but is remembered today.
Google “Archie Jackson” and the face that looks out is as fresh and youthful as Hughes’s.
That is how this good young man, Phillip Hughes, will remain: good and young forever.
it's helping a bit
he's playing the sort of insane, grief-wrought innings that feels appropriate at these times. the result has been a 78-ball hundred in a test match opening the batting, that he barely even celebrated
I think the most jarring thing, in combination with someone of his age and vitality being snatched away, is the violation of the sanctity of something that we all flock to as an antidote to a mortal world.
for me, for all of us I'm sure, cricket is inextricable from childhood. long tests, or long afternoons out playing, in immortal summers of youth. a sacred suspension of life often just above boredom, a zen patience. the immersion, obsessive, in reassuringly indelible statistics. afternoons whiling away in field ambience, chatter, and commentary. death was only a peripheral wistful glimmer in the game's elder statesmen, a graceful recession via cricketing metaphor into obituaries.
granted, it's also never been the gentile, inert sport that so many imagine; a ferocious spell of unpredictable pace bowling on a hard, cracked pitch, the savage riposte of the swashbuckling batsman under siege. often a broken digit. a cracked rib perhaps. not merely a trundling village medium pacer nudged into extra cover for a gentle run and mild applause. but there was nothing so violent and sudden as instant death.
Was lucky enough to have a hit with him a few times on a number of occasions a couple years ago and he was exactly as every tribute has portrayed him. One of the most genuine/nicest people, let alone sportspeople I've ever met.
Genuinely shook up.
can't even go with the tried n true 'abbo' coz lol racism
here's the eulogy by Michael Clarke - really moving.