Part One: ‘The Choke’

The Public Apology is proud to unveil Part One of its series on the violent, 2009 dressing room exchange involving former Australian Test teammates Michael Clarke and Simon Katich.

The series, which draws heavily upon Christos Tsiolkas’ 2008 novel The Slap, will look from a range of perspectives at how the Katich ‘choke’ changed the face of Australian cricket – in the way that the admonishing of a child at a suburban Melbourne backyard changed a family dynamic – forever.

PART ONE: PUP

Young Pup and his muse, Lara

Young Pup awoke refreshed from his well-earned slumber on the morning of the fifth and final day. Not yet captain of his country and subject to irksome match-day interviews, he could afford a few extra minutes in bed with his latest acquisition, a busty blonde by the name of Lara. And how he relished these tender moments.

But Lara was already awake, preening herself in preparation for the inevitable media frenzy that was their lives. “The Posh & Becks of Australia” they had been tagged as, by no less than TodayTonight. The paparazzi were an ever-present part of their lives now – and despite their public cries for privacy, secretly the couple loved every minute.

“Babe, can you chuck a couple of eggs in the pan?” Pup called out to his prized possession. He loved her – always had – but this comment was in jest: she had no fucking idea how to cook even the most basic of dishes.

“Umm, can’t you do it, darl?” she screeched back in a nasal Australian drawl. Lara applied the finishing touches to her magnificent, powdered face. She was a model – it was her job to look flawless, after all.

Lara, not known for her culinary skills

With all the confidence of a Test captaincy heir-apparent, Pup bounded downstairs in his boxers to kiss Lara on the cheek and concoct a protein-heavy, Cricket Australia-approved breakfast. His young girlfriend, meanwhile, settled for a raw spinach leaf; it would get her through the entire day.

“Remember, we’re on for 7pm at Rockpool tonight, so make sure you get away from that bloody dressing room in time for that,” she reminded him, sternly, while pouring herself a third coffee. She hated the outdated traditions of the Australian cricket team; the celebratory post-win beers and uncouth song, Under the Southern Cross, made no sense to her at all.

“Yeah no worries, we should wrap this one up before lunch.” Pup gave a cheeky grin and, having quickly shoveled down his tucker, sprinted back upstairs to grab his cricket kit, all youthful energy. “Love ya babe.” And with that he was off to his beloved Sydney Cricket Ground – the final day of the South Africa Test.

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Into the sheds the team swept, 11 sweaty, sunburned Australians intent on celebration; each one’s lips dry and in dire need of a frosty, well-earned VB. But the Young Pup was torn. The game had gone slightly longer than expected and, as a result, he’d be stretching it to get the team song in before his dinner date with Lara. He could just picture his darling’s text right now. Pup, where the Bloody Hell are ya?

He couldn’t risk it. He had to make an escape plan.

Pup knew he was in too deep

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I’ll just be upfront, Pup told himself, and maybe they’ll be cool with it. “Umm guys, I’ve got to bail – got somewhere to be,” he announced. The boisterous dressing-room turned silent in an instant, ears pricked up, blokes were incredulous. What’s going on here? What’s this bloke on about?!

“Uh, yeah. I’m meeting Lara at Rockpool at 7. Neil Perry’s got us a window seat.”

Before he knew it, he was in a headlock. No, a chokehold. But who was the culprit? Pup couldn’t tell; whoever it was, he was strong, hairy-armed. And angry.

“You’ll fucking pay for this! Don’t you dare disrespect the Baggy Green like that! You will stay and sing this fucking song whether you like it or not, you precocious little cunt!”

The menacing assailant

“Get off him, you fucking animal!” someone shouted from somewhere. By now the team was divided; some egging Katich – yes, it was Simon Katich! – on, others jumping in to protect Australian cricket’s Golden Boy, Pup. Loyalties were being tested; the grizzled veteran and the young, brash upstart handpicked to succeed Ricky Ponting for the most important job in the country. According to former Prime Minister John Howard.

A frenzied 10 seconds later and the horrible ordeal was over. No one said a word; the silence spoke a thousand. Something had just happened and the players were yet to process it…

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Pup left the dressing sheds in a daze, unlocked his luxury car and began his short journey over to Rockpool to honour his dinner date. The red braised thirlmere goose would never taste so bitter.

By Dave Edwards

READ PART TWO: ‘THE CHOKE’

0 Replies to “Part One: ‘The Choke’”

  1. “Told through the eyes of those present in the Australian change-rooms, this acclaimed series is an unflinching interrogation of the life of the modern cricket team. Poignant and provocative, ‘The Choke’ makes us question the nature of commitment and happiness, compromise and truth. Whose side are you on?”

    – Tim Winton, 2009 Miles Franklin award winner

  2. You need at least partially cook or sprinkle lemon juice on a spinach leaf to release the nutrients. Otherwise it’s largely pointless eating it… I hope Lara know this.

  3. Brilliant and gripping account. That’s pretty much how I thought it had played out. The most intriguing part of the story is in “By now the team was divided; some egging Katich – yes, it was Simon Katich! – on, others jumping in to protect Australian cricket’s Golden Boy, Pup”. Just trying to figure out who was on who’s side…??? Hopefully Part II reveals all!

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