Marnus methodically applies butter on both sides of a slice of plain bread. “That’s essential,” he tells the camera as he lowers the lid of his sandwich grill. “Boom. Then you get it toasted on both sides.” He opens the grill to reveal a perfectly browned of delicious perfection, the melted cheese happily sizzling within. “So this is the secret method,” he announces. At which point, he does something shocking and odd.
Already, I sense a sense of disinterest is beginning to appear in your eyes. The warning signs of elaborate writing are going off. You’re likely conscious that Labuschagne hit 160 for Queensland Bulls this week and is being eagerly promoted for an return to the Test side before the Ashes.
You probably want to read more about his performance. But first – you now grasp with irritation – you’re going to have to endure three paragraphs of wobbling whimsy about grilled cheese, plus an extra unwanted bonus paragraph of self-referential analysis in the second person. You groan once more.
He turns the sandwich on to a plate and moves toward the fridge. “Few try this,” he states, “but I actually like the cold toastie. Done, in the fridge. You allow the cheese to set, head to practice, come back. Boom. Toastie’s ready to go.”
Okay, here’s the main point. Let’s address the match details to begin with? Little treat for your patience. And while there may be just six weeks until the first Test, Labuschagne’s hundred against the Tigers – his third of the summer in various games – feels significantly impactful.
Here’s an Australia top three clearly missing performance and method, revealed against the South African team in the WTC final, highlighted further in the Caribbean afterwards. Labuschagne was dropped during that series, but on a certain level you gathered Australia were keen to restore him at the first opportunity. Now he appears to have given them the perfect excuse.
This represents a strategy Australia must implement. The opener has just one 100 in his past 44 innings. The young batsman looks not quite a Test match opener and more like the handsome actor who might play a Test opener in a Indian film. None of the alternatives has made a cogent case. McSweeney looks out of form. Another option is still inexplicably hanging around, like moths or damp. Meanwhile their captain, Pat Cummins, is hurt and suddenly this appears as a weirdly lightweight side, missing command or stability, the kind of built-in belief that has often helped Australia dominate before a match begins.
Enter Marnus: a top-ranked Test batsman as in the recent past, recently omitted from the ODI side, the ideal candidate to bring stability to a brittle empire. And we are advised this is a composed and reflective Labuschagne now: a simplified, no-frills Labuschagne, not as maniacally obsessed with minor adjustments. “I believe I have really stripped it back,” he said after his century. “Not overthinking, just what I should bat effectively.”
Clearly, few accept this. Probably this is a new approach that exists just in Labuschagne’s mind: still furiously stripping down that approach from all day, going more back to basics than any player has attempted. Prefer simplicity? Marnus will take time in the training with advisors and replays, exhaustively remoulding himself into the simplest player that has ever existed. That’s the trait of the obsessed, and the trait that has always made Labuschagne one of the most wildly absorbing cricketers in the cricket.
Perhaps before this inscrutably unpredictable historic rivalry, there is even a sort of pleasing dissonance to Labuschagne’s unquenchable obsession. In England we have a team for whom any kind of analysis, not to mention self-review, is a kind of dangerous taboo. Feel the flavours. Focus on the present. Smell the now.
On the opposite side you have a individual like Labuschagne, a player utterly absorbed with cricket and totally indifferent by who knows about it, who observes cricket even in the spaces between the cricket, who handles this unusual pursuit with precisely the amount of absurd reverence it demands.
And it worked. During his focused era – from the instant he appeared to substitute for an injured Smith at Lord’s in 2019 to through 2022 – Labuschagne somehow managed to see the game more deeply. To tap into it – through absolute focus – on a different, unusual, intense plane. During his days playing club cricket, fellow players saw him on the game day positioned on a seat in a trance-like state, mentally rehearsing all balls of his innings. As per cricket statisticians, during the initial period of his career a surprisingly high number of chances were dropped off his bat. Remarkably Labuschagne had anticipated outcomes before fielders could respond to influence it.
Perhaps this was why his form started to decline the moment he reached the summit. There were no further goals to picture, just a empty space before his eyes. Furthermore – he began doubting his favorite stroke, got unable to move forward and seemed to misjudge his positioning. But it’s connected really. Meanwhile his mentor, his coach, reckons a attention to shorter formats started to undermine belief in his technique. Encouragingly: he’s recently omitted from the 50-over squad.
Certainly it’s relevant, too, that Labuschagne is a strongly faithful person, an evangelical Christian who holds that this is all predetermined, who thus sees his job as one of accessing this state of flow, no matter how mysterious it may seem to the mortal of us.
This mindset, to my mind, has always been the key distinction between him and the other batsman, a instinctive player