Sreesanth, the India fast bowler, is my latest favourite player. Not because of his cricketing credentials, but for his name. Sreesanth. It’s singular; his first name is too long and complicated (it’s Shanthakumaran if you must know) and I have a curious liking for names and words and things.
I don’t know why…it’s probably because it’s so uncommon in Britain to be known nationally by your last name. Only if you’re a celebrity, and usually not a very good/popular/talented one, are you afforded notoriety by your surname. In the subcontintent, it’s common!
Anyway, I really am talking some rubbish here. The point of all this is highlighted by John Stern who, as I have mentioned before, is writing a diary for us at our Tour Diaries blog. And today’s entry should provide great reading for those of you interested into the world of a cricket journalist (John’s the Editor of The Wisden Cricketer):
But after leaving his seat and made for the exit, he promptly returned to the microphone-laden table. â€œI want to make an announcement,â€ he said. Comments like that lead to wild and excitable speculation. Journalists could see their careers flashing before their eyes. Is this the big one?
â€œI would like everyone to know that my name is Sreesanth. Thatâ€™s S-R-E-E-S-A-N-T-H. Thank you.â€
You what? We donâ€™t do jokes ten minutes before deadline. Was it a joke? Not a very funny one clearly. Apparently, there had been a misspelling of Mr Sreesanthâ€™s name (there was a U instead of an A, if you must know). And heâ€™s not amused. But the culprits have been apprehended and they will be facing him and Munaf Patel in the nets tomorrow.