Elena Voss is a tech enthusiast and writer who explores innovations and simplifies complex topics for everyday readers.
The Evolution of a Cult is often marked by clear stages.
An inspiring figure or figureheads present a new and transcendent idea offering a cure for alienated and vulnerable people.
So here we are. They’re getting ready to challenge the establishment in Australia. The gunships are circling. Smoke is rising from the sidelines. One individual, naked, anxious, the slogan POSITIVE INTENT written on his body as a symbol, has stumbled into view and is being led away with discretion for a temporary assignment in county cricket.
Do you recall the start, when optimism reigned? The era of early Bazball, of pure instinct.
Movement founders guarantee a reboot, a brighter tomorrow, camaraderie, redemption within a community with shared faith in the philosophy.
What did it represent at first? Players celebrating feeling good. Ink. Forearms. Jawlines. Elite male wellness energy. Of course, The squad often say Bazball doesn’t actually exist, ironically because if it doesn’t exist, what was that spectacle?
Yet it’s clear its essence. It’s the player executing a stroke so unconventional it defies description. It’s the adrenaline of the captain in ultimate mode, a look that says: thoughtful warrior, rugged appearance, untamed style, genuinely raw you half-expect to glance over and see him playing at mid-off bare-chested embracing nature.
It’s the opener continuing to have permission addressing the media, resembling a joyful figure formally attired, expressing thoughts like we are actively deconstructing the orange. Certainly, the energy, for a significant period, was uplifting.
Building period. Cohesion maintained through repetition of key phrases. These beliefs may seem irrational as a test of “true belief”.
Is it just me? The criticism, the outrage, the disappointment post-defeat appears excessive, overdone. The performance was poor on the field, as they often do in Australia. They were savaged defensively for a couple of hours as the bowling and captaincy fell apart, carved around by Travis Head imitating their style effectively, responsive to the situation, a man playing with brilliance.
Now there is the attacks, the rage, the view of the sport as a disgrace. The consensus is that losing isn’t enough, they must be humbled, to be cleansed, destroyed, destroyed via traditional methods of the bowler’s action, the simple basics of Scott Boland, marking his wickets modestly like he’s just been given a pleasant gift. What will this do to them?
Challenges surface because of mistakes. Yet, mistakes are denied. It starts to feed on hostility externally.
Ultimately, a few days before the next match, we are at an intriguing moment in the journey of this thing. England could quite easily win overseas with bold tactics. More likely, failure may follow. And if they do lose it seems we may see the final stage.
Before that happens, a couple of points to note regarding this. In the past, during the initial excitement, of light and heat, an piece was published labeling it a movement. Criticism followed, which proved the point as it’s known how to confirm something definitely isn’t a cult is if supporters send hundreds of furiously one-eyed messages denying scrutiny of its truths.
The developments in the last few days are equally notable. Criticism of the approach has turned into a movement. We have a uniformly angry internet, critical analysts, shots of angry middle-aged travelling fans cheated out of three days of cricket, like a room full of investors demanding recourse.
Meanwhile, there is the broader context of the host’s complex deep-seated frustration at these weirdly passive-aggressive buccaneers, out there saying, hey, that thing you love and have fostered and nurtured to distinguish yourselves culturally from us, it’s just a joke in the end old boy.
And this is the real point. Everything is a cult. The style was a trend because cricket is a cult. In fact, the team has long been exclusive, a group, a garden party, an insular community with a long history of opaque and ritualistic cult history defining it. This has always been where influence is guarded. It’s the colonial game of England, the early image-makers. And guess what, Britain is itself a cult, a system of unknown levels, a place that literally still has a king.
The players have been enclosed in this environment since childhood. Seeking change, to foster positivity, they are just repeating their upbringing, building another enclosure, an exclusive group, however with a modern squad and a leader encouraging individuality as long as yourself is quite a lot like myself.
Live where your feet are. Confront risks. However much you change, you remain stuck.
Reflecting on this, now is the time to offer compassion for the movement, to appreciate its good points, of which there are many. How to define it? Promoting liberation. Questioning traditions. Batting aggressively|Attacking with
Elena Voss is a tech enthusiast and writer who explores innovations and simplifies complex topics for everyday readers.