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New Zealand’s greatest batsman ever? Maybe not… (Photo by Stu Forster/Getty Images)
New Zealand’s greatest batsman ever? Maybe not… (Photo by Stu Forster/Getty Images)

SportsMarch 24, 2018

Pink Ball Diaries: Who is New Zealand’s greatest batsman of all time?

New Zealand’s greatest batsman ever? Maybe not… (Photo by Stu Forster/Getty Images)
New Zealand’s greatest batsman ever? Maybe not… (Photo by Stu Forster/Getty Images)

Yesterday, Kane Williamson became the first New Zealand batsman to score 18 test centuries. But is he New Zealand’s greatest ever batsman?

Cricket is built on statistics. It’s the backbone by which one era can be compared to another. It’s Bradman’s average, Stephen Fleming’s conversion rate, and for a very long time Martin Crowe’s 17 test centuries. So, yesterday when Kane Williamson dabbed a single through gully with the softest of hands he moved into the undisputed position of New Zealand’s best batsman ever – statistically.

Because cricket also relies on narrative. Heroic stories of lightning double centuries in the face of inevitable failure, historic triple centuries to rescue a draw against every bit of natural instinct. And it’s about how you look doing it, swivelling on one leg like a ballerina with bat, or rolling in the dirt with cramp.

And cricket’s also about talking shit. With some much dead air, the game leaves time for endless debate – about New Zealand’s greatest test XI, the best ODI uniform, and of course, despite the statistical certainty that Kane is New Zealand’s greatest, who’s New Zealand’s best batsman ever.

So The Spinoff asked a bunch of friends and family who they think takes the title.

Samuel Flynn Scott – Suzie Bates 

I think it’s hard to compare batting stars  based on stats. Kane Williamson is clearly better than Martin Crowe based on stats alone. But this tells half the story because he hasn’t had to face quite the same kind of pace bowling and the pitches seem to be generally flatter than those of Crowe’s era (he’s also, up to this point been less plagued by injury). But I still think Williamson will eventually be the unquestionable GOAT of NZ test cricket.

A more interesting thing to consider is influence. You could say that Brendan McCullum’s century in the opening game of the very first season of IPL was one of the most influential single moment in New Zealand sport’s history. The audience was huge, the stakes, financial at least, like nothing cricket had ever dreamed of.

However I think the New Zealander with biggest impact on world cricket is probably Suzi Bates. She is arguably the greatest female cricketer ever and has been a unshakeable talent for so long that I think I’d rate her at the top of the heap. There are a few batsmen who thoroughly eclipse our best men (Viv Richards, Bradman, Ponting, Lara, Sangakkara, Tendulkar…actually quite a long list) but Bates is in a league of her own within the women’s game

Duncan Greive – Nathan Astle

Nathan Astle played for a clean decade, between 96 and 06, a period which coincided with both some big, brash cricket teams and my own deep obsession with the sport. In my memory he looms as those team’s Kane Williamson – dependable, self-contained, an ATM for runs. Only, his career does not really reflect that. He had as many ducks as centuries, and his career has a touch of the Craig MacMillans about it – big scores coming along frequently enough to keep him well in the side, but not propel him to true greatness. His career average is a very ordinary 37, and he averaged over 50 in calendar year just once – during 2003, when he played only two tests. Worse, in matches we won he averaged just 34.

And yet my abiding sense of him – perhaps distorted by his much greater ODI achievements – is of calm. He was measured, precise, attempting to play the innings the team required rather than his ego demanded during an era when that was not always the case. His 222 remains the most incredible thing I’ve seen in a cricket ground, yet it was uncharacteristically savage from a player who read the stage of the game brilliantly. Mostly I remember him so fondly because when he strode to the wicket, I had hope, and belief. When he strode back, it was mostly gone.

Calum Henderson – Rodney Redmond

Cricket is a game of statistics, and statistics don’t lie. Opener Rodney Ernest Redmond, with a test batting average of 81.5, is the greatest batsman New Zealand has ever seen. Others may have a higher aggregate, scored more centuries or led New Zealand to more wins, but you can’t deny that average. One test was all he needed – against Pakistan on his home ground of Eden Park in 1973.He batted without a helmet, his shirt perilously close to being fully untucked, and smashed spinner Majid Khan for five fours in an over on his way to a century in his first innings of test cricket. He showed great composure during the knock: on reaching 99, the crowd, mistakenly thinking he had reached his century, invaded the pitch with violent glee. He carried on, getting to 107, and added a tidy 56 in the second innings. Statistically, at least by average, which is the most important measure, he had become New Zealand’s greatest ever batsman. What else was there to achieve?

James Borrowdale – Andrew Jones

I’ve taken “greatest” not to mean the batsman who impresses with the imposing weight of statistical accomplishment – the Williamsons, the Crowes – but rather a batsman whose very technique gives you an imaginative conduit to your own cricketing career. If Andrew Jones can average nearly 45 against the fearsome international bowling line up of the early 90s despite never playing a shot with either feet on the ground, surely we all – despite extreme fear of anything bowled faster than a regulation off spinner – prematurely gave up on our own cricketing careers. If you can score a 150 at the WACA against Australia while never looking more in  than Chris Martin with a hangover, perhaps it’s not too late for my own mid-thirties entry into international cricketing glory. Andrew Jones allows us all to dream.

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Graeme Beasley – Kane Williamson

Given the events of the last couple of days it may come across like a heavy dose of recentism, but it has become increasingly evident there has been no New Zealand batsman like Kane Williamson. And it’s more than just the stats.

It is a combination of the reliability, technique and modesty. The reliability that he will score runs in all conditions and locations. On debut in India, Sharjah, Lords, Brisbane.. all over the place.

The purity of the technique which is best demonstrated by the straight drive; a statement of equal parts beauty and efficiency. And the modesty of the man. Drama free which is how we like it in Aotearoa.

Madeleine Chapman – Amy Satterthwaite

Only two batters in history have scored four consecutive ODI centuries. Kumar Sangakkara and Amy Satterthwaite. That’s enough to get her on this list. To be honest, Satterthwaite can’t be New Zealand’s best batsman, not just because she’s not a batsman (come on, Spinoff). Women simply don’t play enough internationals to qualify for such honours. But if Andrew Jones can be part of the discussion, then so can Amy Satterthwaite.

Jerome Chapman – Martin Crowe

So, without a doubt, the best batsman New Zealand has ever seen is Martin Crowe. He had 17 test centuries during a period of the game where competition was so much tougher than it is now. He didn’t have Bangladesh to inflate his stats and Zimbabwe was actually decent in the 90s. West Indies have also been crap for the last 20 years so more recent Black Caps have benefitted from easy scoring against them.

As for ODI batsmen, New Zealand’s had a lot of good ones but rarely are they able to consistently perform when we needed to win important games. Except Martin Crowe. His batting carried the Black Caps in the 1992 World Cup and we only lost the semi final because of our bowling (when he wasn’t even on the field).

Richard Irvine – Kane Williamson

Sorry Ross, Baz, Flem, Hogan, Glenn and Bert, but it’s Kane. It’s definitely Kane. I love his high, rhythmic backlift. I love the cover drives and straight drives that roll like a pool ball to the rope. I love the underwhelming celebrations. I love how he’s clocked T20, the format that’s in his ‘top three’. I love that he’s mates with David Warner. And I love that a kid from the laid back Tauranga suburbs has grown up to fight it out with the world’s best. My favourite innings are the 192 vs Pakistan in Sharjah, when the team was reeling from the Philip Hughes’ death, and the 242 not out v Sri Lanka at the Basin, part of a 365 run partnership with BJ Watling. It was his first double century and one I was lucky enough to be there for – I remember the deep feeling of calm, knowing Kane Had This throughout the match-saving innings, and the way he went to sign autographs for kids immediately afterwards, even though he’d just batted for about 47 hours. You’d be hard pressed to imagine a more stylish and intelligent batsmen, or a more grounded chap to lead our fantastic team. And we’ve got another ten years or so to enjoy the ride. Richard Irvine fires out a weekly sport newsletter from www.sportreview.net.nz/newsletter.

Alex Braae – Mark Richardson

Forget that he now sells his terrible opinions for a living. Mark Richardson must top this list because he did something that nobody else has done since. He was an opening batsman who held up his god damn end. Forget averages, or career centuries, or strike rates – especially strike rates. Cricket is about doing your job. The pigheaded obstinacy that he displays on morning TV is the exact same single-minded stubbornness that allowed him to block it out forever. His utter refusal to listen to reason or evidence allowed him to overcome his severe limitations in natural talent as a cricketer. For four glorious years, Mark Richardson made certain New Zealand wouldn’t be unceremoniously rolled on the first morning of a test. For that, he deserves his place as our very best.

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Elliot Dixon, Jackson Hemopo and Tom Franklin of the Highlanders during the round five Super Rugby match against the Crusaders (Photo by Rob Jefferies/Getty Images).
Elliot Dixon, Jackson Hemopo and Tom Franklin of the Highlanders during the round five Super Rugby match against the Crusaders (Photo by Rob Jefferies/Getty Images).

SportsMarch 24, 2018

The lost boys who find a home at the Highlanders

Elliot Dixon, Jackson Hemopo and Tom Franklin of the Highlanders during the round five Super Rugby match against the Crusaders (Photo by Rob Jefferies/Getty Images).
Elliot Dixon, Jackson Hemopo and Tom Franklin of the Highlanders during the round five Super Rugby match against the Crusaders (Photo by Rob Jefferies/Getty Images).

Last week the Highlanders reigned victorious over the Crusaders in the southern derby. Scotty Stevenson explores the metaphysical reasons why they beat the old foes from up the road.

Dan Pryor stood on the concrete concourse of Forsyth Barr Stadium on Saturday night wearing a faded Swanndri and approximately fourteen kilograms of dreadlocks. In his left hand was a beer; on his face was his trademark goofy grin. He was not fully recovered from his latest injury so had volunteered his time to mingle with staff from a Highlanders corporate sponsor who had booked the Eastern end of the stadium for the evening’s clash with the Crusaders.

In many respects, Dan Pryor was as far removed as possible from the people with whom he chatted so effortlessly. For starters, few were Māori. Even fewer knew the fishing spots of Northland. None, one suspects, could have claimed to have played the best part of two seasons of professional rugby with most of the functional tendons of a knee pretty much missing.

And yet here he was, in every other sense right at home, surrounded by his people. If the Highlanders have one thing that no other team can replicate, it is the total buy-in of the players to the distinctly southern culture of the region. They may come from all corners of the country, but once in Dunedin, they are all of Dunedin. In that moment, just before kick off as the sun began to sink and the zoo began to fill, Dan Pryor was the most Highlanders thing of all: a local.

History will record a Highlanders win in the match that followed that moment. They harangued and harried the Crusaders, they ran unorthodox attack lines and trailed in the wake of Tevita Li as he craved through transition defensive lines. They willed the ball to bounce their way, coached the referee, pushed every envelope and crossed all imaginary lines. And with every big hit, and forced error, and turnover play, and dominant tackle, they patted each other on the back and watched Aaron Smith howl at the moon.

Ruby Tui, a savagely effective defensive juggernaut for the Black Ferns sevens team, called the Highlanders forwards “a pack of wolves”. They smell blood, stalk their prey, tear into any carcass that comes their way. And they do it with a consistency and sense of purpose that is frankly frightening. They have made 152 tackles per game so far this season. No team has made more. More impressive still: they have the best tackle percentage in the competition.

It is often said that defence is about attitude. If that is the case, the Highlanders truly love tackling. They also love scrummaging. In fact, it could be said they love anything that involves a collective effort. That includes chasing kicks, and disrupting lineouts, and winning turnovers, which they do with more regularity than all but a handful of teams. And they win them at crucial times – Ash Dixon to stymie a traditional Crusaders’ fourth quarter comeback, for instance. Ash Dixon, who is about as Dunedin as a warm ocean, but as Highlanders as they get.

Just like Dillon Hunt, the former Westlake College boy who came of age last year and who last Saturday made 17 tackles while going largely unnoticed by the paying public. Just like Luke Whitelock who drove south five hours from Christchurch and somehow turned into the hardest tackling number eight in the competition. If he left Canterbury with a chip on his shoulder he has spent the last two years burying it in so many rib cages.

There are others, like Tevita Li who managed to post 134 running metres on Saturday, invariably leaving would-be tacklers trailing (flailing?) in his wake. This is Tevita Li from Massey on the Western edge of North Harbour. He may as well have been raised in a swede patch in Springhills, such is the perfection of his fit in this team. Aaron Smith and Lima Sopoaga? We know they’re Highlanders through and through, from Wellington and Manawatu.

On the bench that night was Alex Ainley, from Tasman, and Joe Wheeler from Boomtown who is so in tune with the place the Highlanders wanted him back for morale. He isn’t even playing. He’s just, you know, there.

They are 3-0 to start the season. Their best start since 2015, the year they won their maiden title when Marty Banks slotted a dropped goal in the final against the team that spat him out the year before. Marty fucken Banks. They face the Hurricanes again this week, away from Forsyth Barr and the zoo and the aftermath at the Lone Star. It will likely be the craziest game of the round. No, it definitely will be.

On Saturday night at full time, Dan Pryor wandered away from his mingling role and stood on the middle of the field chatting to his victorious team mates, still smiling, looking right at home with this mongrel bunch in blue and gold and maroon. Meanwhile, Aaron Mauger, Glenn Delaney and Mark Hammett each cracked a stubby of Speight’s in the coaches box and toasted the victory. All three men are Cantabrians. but that was the most Highlanders thing of all.


This story originally ran on RugbyPass.com – the premier destination for rugby fans in Asia, streaming International Test Matches including The Rugby Championship, Super Rugby and more to your device wherever you are in Asia.