'Talking on the field doesn't make you tough'
One of cricket's most outspoken players and most acclaimed captains talks frankly about Bradman, Vic Richardson, and starting and going at the right time

"To think that I'd be able to shape players like Marsh, Lillee and Redpath into something they didn't want to be is absolute codswallop" • Getty Images
Vic was a pretty big influence on me. First, he had played Test cricket and had captained Australia. At some point it struck me that if there was somebody in our family who had played Test cricket, why couldn't I? I liked him and I admired him. When I was older we went drinking and I listened to all his stories. He was a great raconteur. When I was a schoolboy my mum would tell me that he'd been to see me play cricket, even though I hadn't spotted him at the ground because he'd parked down the drive and then stood behind a tree.
Absolutely not. Not at all. I had opinions but not self-confidence. I mean there were more opinions around the Chappell breakfast table than there was orange juice. Once on a bus trip up country, I disagreed with Barry Jarman about how I should bowl legspin. The point was that, when I threw it up I got less spin on it. Jar said I should flight it more, because like most keepers he wanted a stumping. Anyway, I kept saying, "No I need to put it through for the ball to spin." We'd both been having a beer, and in the end he said: "You're just like your bloody old man - you think you know everything."
Definitely. I hadn't had a lot of success and always seemed to get out stupidly. Then I had a bolt-of-lightning moment. It was the last Sheffield Shield match of the season at the MCG before the '68 tour of England. I was going really well, but then got myself out twice. I was really cursing myself as I walked off, thinking I'd cost myself a trip to England.
"If I am asked a direct question about Bradman, I say exactly what I have experienced"
There's no doubt that the bulk of us were pretty pissed off. The board refused to put us in good hotels, just to save money. We didn't blame the Indians but the ACB. We knew there were much better hotels there because we went and bloody drank in them. Then we heard that [Donald] Bradman, who was certainly a selector, if not chairman of selectors, had spoken about my brother, Greg. He was asked why Greg wasn't on the tour, and he replied: "He's better off making runs in Australia, not getting ill in India." We all thought that was a pretty tactless comment. Then we found out that if we died on the tour our families would be offered something like 400 dollars. There was a whole bunch of other stuff too. We were sold up the river, and the board didn't give a damn. Certainly the seeds of disenchantment were sown there, but you know, the history of Australian cricket is littered with blues between the players and the administrators.
Well, I understand it, because they didn't have to deal with him. But whatever I've said about Bradman since he died, I made very sure that I had said the same things when he was alive, because to have done otherwise would be pretty gutless.
Nah. There's a lot of crap talked about toughness, mental disintegration. Talking on the field doesn't make anyone tough. One of the toughest cricketers I ever played against was Andy Roberts and he never said a word. I've even read that I shaped the team in my own likeness, moulded to my personality. You're talking about Rod Marsh, Dennis Lillee, Doug Walters, Ian Redpath - very, very strong characters. To think that I'd be able to shape them into something they didn't want to be is absolute codswallop.
Well, that's what I told my wife when I was given the job: "The bastards won't get me that way." [When Lawry was sacked in 1971, he found out from team-mates who had been told by a reporter.] So I guess that indicated that I would go early rather than too late. But actually, after The Oval Test here in '75, I was done. I knew I wasn't in the right frame of mind to lead the side against the West Indies so soon afterwards. If I'd had six months off, I would have gone one more, but I was mentally done. I was thinking I wasn't aggressive enough any more. I didn't have it.
Oh, he could run so much faster than us. There's nine years' difference between him and me. We all used to play this backyard soccer game we'd dreamt up. Now I was about 20, I'd left home and Trevor was about 11 and I'd come back to visit and we were playing our soccer game. If Trevor was dribbling and took it past me I would just trip him up because I knew that he was so fast he'd be away: I couldn't catch him. He was a pretty talented sportsman - great at baseball too.
This article was first published in the August 2009 issue of the Wisden Cricketer. Subscribe here