Plenty of options to choose from in the 2006-7 Ashes, but I've gone for this one.
10. Australia v England at the Gabba, Brisbane. November, 2006.
Australia won by 277 runs.
Every England supporter knows that they didn't win the Ashes between 1986-7 and the glorious summer of 2005. In those 18 years, it actually felt that England would never beat Australia again. During the absolute rule of Steve Waugh, it became problematic to even speak of winning the Ashes. By pointedly repeating back England's pre-series ambitions after another heavy defeat, the ability to merely state a positive intention was undermined, the words drained of meaning. Like on Airstrip One under Big Brother, England lost the language that would allow them to conceive of their deliverance. They were only equipped with the words of failure. Steve Waugh robbed England of the ability even to dream.
Ricky Ponting continued this technique, which is one of the many reasons that 2005 was so unimaginably sweet. A kind of shrugging off of tyranny. A recovering of dignity. And perhaps a reason why it was only achieved with a side largely free from the indoctrination of Ashes defeat. England sobered up after the Oval knowing that in just 14 months they would have to defend their trophy. Such a short time. But long enough for the side to fall to pieces. England lost captain Michael Vaughan, plus Marcus Trescothick, and key bowler Simon Jones to injury. Ashley Giles had suffered a serious injury and unsuccessfully remodelled his action. Andrew Flintoff had been in and out of the side with an ankle injury, though was made captain for the tour.
After the 2005 win, England had struggled to rediscover the energy and inspiration of that summer. And Australia were scarily obsessed with reclaiming the Ashes back. The English press went for the unimaginative Dad's Army soubriquet, but it was a great Australia side that England had beaten and they were fixated on reasserting themselves. No one sane wants to lose to Matthew Hayden, but Justin Langer, who took the first ball of the series, looked like he'd been hypnotised. He had a hundred thousand yard stare. Against such compulsion, such monomania, England would have to be steadfast, and unblinkingly stand their ground. If England had the nerve not to take a backward step, it would be an exalted sporting contest.
Which is why Steve Harmison's opening ball of the series delivered into the hands of Flintoff at second slip is so symbolic. Tension had been twisted so tight you might scream. In an instant, it was released. That ball said England wouldn't stand their ground. England would be be intense and passionate and bursting with desire. But they would be overwhelmed, overawed and undisciplined. It was only one ball, but it told us everything we needed to know. And so it proved, again and again until Sydney where Langer, Glenn McGrath and Shane Warne retired with the Ashes regained, their supremacy restated and a 5-0 rout completed.
And if that isn't fair to the little pockets of resistance that broke out against the returning tide of Australian preeminence, from Pietersen, Hoggard and Collingwood, and the touching way an increasingly dishevelled Andrew Flintoff carried the whole attack for most of the series, it is the broad truth of it. Most emphatically, the spirit of Steve Waugh presided over the bloodletting. England had been publicly shamed for daring to dream, for their excessive celebrations, for trying. The great era of Duncan Fletcher was over, his decorated side was broken. And under the new coach Peter Moores, England were heading into another slump.
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