- Pays tribute to the dominance of Australian spearhead Mitchell Johnson
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The resurrection began in Brisbane. It began short of a length, on leg stump, zeroed in on Jonathan Trott’s ribcage.
Within three days, we the resurrection had become a resurgence. Just ask Michael Carberry’s shoulder. Ask Graeme Swann’s throat. Alistair Cook’s off-stump.
Fast forward to the end of the summer. Six weeks, five thrashings, 15 physically battered and demoralised Englishmen, 37 wickets – you pick the most appropriate measurement of time. The resurgence had morphed again… into a revolution.
Throughout the carnage, there were stellar performances aplenty, but ask any Aussie fan and they will tell you one man’s impact left the rest in its wake. Less a man, than a superhuman missile. An intimidation machine. Mitchell Johnson bowled his country an Ashes whitewash with some of the most menacing, gripping fast bowling witnessed in decades. Legends of the game compared his performance to that of his mentor, the great Dennis Lillee. Others suggested it was a generous comparison – for Lillee.
Amid the celebrations, a greater challenge lay ahead – South Africa. In South Africa. The battle commenced at Centurion, the Protea fortress. Twelve red-leather bullets later, the fortress lay in ruin, at the feet of a moustached beast. Despite his Ashes heroics, Centurion was arguably Mitchell Johnson’s finest hour.
Less than a month later, Australia were the number-one ranked Test nation in the world again.
Mitchell Johnson sits at the peak of his left-arm powers. He intimidates, he snarls, and most importantly, he delivers on the biggest stage. Now, with bat and ball. The Indians learnt this the hard way at the Gabba, as Johnson changed the match with the bat, and proceeded to grab the game by the scruff of the neck with a terrifying spell on the fourth morning.
It’s almost what we’ve come to expect from this national hero, and Australian cricket is infinitely richer, more successful and envied for it.
Mitchell Johnson… the strong-armed destroyer of the Baggy Green – a fearsome, brutal phenomenon.