Labuschagne carefully spreads butter on each surface of a slice of soft bread. “That’s the key,” he explains as he lowers the lid of his toastie maker. “Boom. Then you get it golden on each side.” He opens the grill to reveal a toasted delight of ideal crispiness, the melted cheese happily sizzling within. “So this is the secret method,” he explains. At which point, he does something horrific and unspeakable.
By now, I sense a sense of disinterest is beginning to appear in your eyes. The warning signs of sportswriting pretension are blinking intensely. You’re no doubt informed that Labuschagne made 160 runs for Queensland Bulls this week and is being eagerly promoted for an Australian Test recall before the Ashes.
You likely wish to read more about cricket matters. But first – you now realise with an anguished sigh – you’re going to have to get through several lines of light-hearted musing about grilled cheese, plus an further tangential section of overly analytical commentary in the second person. You groan once more.
Marnus transfers the sandwich on to a plate and walks across the fridge. “Few try this,” he remarks, “but I personally prefer the grilled sandwich chilled. There, in the fridge. You allow the cheese to set, go bat, come back. Perfect. It’s ideal.”
Alright, to cut to the chase. Let’s address the sports aspect initially? Little treat for reading until now. And while there may be just six weeks until the first Test, Labuschagne’s 100 runs against Tasmania – his third this season in all formats – feels quietly decisive.
This is an Aussie opening batsmen clearly missing form and structure, revealed against the South African team in the Test championship decider, exposed again in the Caribbean afterwards. Labuschagne was left out during that series, but on some level you sensed Australia were desperate to rehabilitate him at the earliest chance. Now he seems to have given them the perfect excuse.
This represents a plan that Australia need to work. Khawaja has just one 100 in his past 44 innings. Konstas looks hardly a Test match opener and rather like the good-looking star who might portray a cricketer in a Indian film. None of the alternatives has shown convincing form. Nathan McSweeney looks cooked. Another option is still oddly present, like dust or mold. Meanwhile their leader, Pat Cummins, is hurt and suddenly this appears as a weirdly lightweight side, short of authority or balance, the kind of natural confidence that has often put Australia 2-0 up before a match begins.
Step forward Marnus: a leading Test player as just two years ago, recently omitted from the one-day team, the right person to return structure to a fragile lineup. And we are informed this is a calmer and more meditative Labuschagne now: a pared-down, fundamental-focused Labuschagne, no longer as extremely focused with technical minutiae. “I believe I have really simplified things,” he said after his hundred. “Not really too technical, just what I should bat effectively.”
Naturally, few accept this. Probably this is a fresh image that exists entirely in Labuschagne’s personal view: still constantly refining that approach from dawn to dusk, going more back to basics than any player has attempted. You want less technical? Marnus will spend months in the nets with advisors and replays, exhaustively remoulding himself into the simplest player that has ever played. This is simply the nature of the addict, and the quality that has consistently made Labuschagne one of the most wildly absorbing sportsmen in the game.
Perhaps before this inscrutably unpredictable England-Australia contest, there is even a type of pleasing dissonance to Labuschagne’s constant dedication. In England we have a squad for whom technical study, especially personal critique, is a risky subject. Go with instinct. Stay in the moment. Smell the now.
On the opposite side you have a batsman like Labuschagne, a man terminally obsessed with the game and wonderfully unconcerned by public perception, who observes cricket even in the moments outside play, who treats this absurd sport with precisely the amount of odd devotion it requires.
His method paid off. During his focused era – from the instant he appeared to substitute for an injured Steve Smith at Lord’s Cricket Ground in 2019 to until late 2022 – Labuschagne found a way to see the game with greater insight. To reach it – through pure determination – on a higher, weirder, more frenzied level. During his days playing Kent league cricket, fellow players saw him on the game day sitting on a park bench in a trance-like state, mentally rehearsing all balls of his batting stint. Per Cricviz, during the initial period of his career a unusually large number of chances were missed when he batted. Remarkably Labuschagne had predicted events before fielders could respond to affect it.
It’s possible this was why his form started to decline the time he achieved top ranking. There were no worlds left to visualise, just a empty space before his eyes. Furthermore – he lost faith in his signature shot, got trapped on the crease and seemed to lose awareness of his stumps. But it’s all the same thing. Meanwhile his trainer, D’Costa, reckons a emphasis on limited-overs started to weaken assurance in his technique. Good news: he’s recently omitted from the one-day team.
Certainly it’s relevant, too, that Labuschagne is a strongly faithful person, an committed Christian who thinks that this is all preordained, who thus sees his task as one of achieving this peak performance, no matter how mysterious it may look to the mortal of us.
This mindset, to my mind, has consistently been the key distinction between him and Steve Smith, a inherently talented player
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