A passionate historian and travel writer specializing in Italian cultural heritage and ancient Roman history.
Labuschagne methodically applies butter on each surface of a slice of plain bread. “That’s essential,” he explains as he brings down the lid of his toastie maker. “There you go. Then you get it toasted on each side.” He opens the grill to reveal a perfectly browned of delicious perfection, the bubbling cheese happily melting inside. “And that’s the secret method,” he declares. At which point, he does something unexpected and strange.
Already, I sense a glaze of ennui is beginning to cover your eyes. The red lights of elaborate writing are flashing wildly. You’re likely conscious that Labuschagne made 160 runs for his state team this week and is being feverishly talked up for an return to the Test side before the England-Australia contest.
You likely wish to read more about that. But first – you now grasp with irritation – you’re going to have to endure three paragraphs of light-hearted musing about toasted sandwiches, plus an extra unwanted bonus paragraph of tiresome meta‑deconstruction in the second person. You groan once more.
Marnus transfers the sandwich on to a plate and walks across the fridge. “It’s uncommon,” he announces, “but I genuinely enjoy the toastie cold. Boom, in the fridge. You allow the cheese to set, go for a hit, come back. Boom. It’s ideal.”
Alright, let’s try it like this. How about we cover the sports aspect out of the way first? Quick update for reading until now. And while there may be just six weeks until the initial match, Labuschagne’s century against Tasmania – his third of the summer in various games – feels significantly impactful.
This is an Aussie opening batsmen badly short of performance and method, exposed by South Africa in the Test championship decider, highlighted further in the West Indies after that. Labuschagne was dropped during that trip, but on a certain level you gathered Australia were keen to restore him at the first opportunity. Now he looks to have given them the ideal reason.
Here is a approach the team should follow. The opener has just one 100 in his last 44 knocks. Sam Konstas looks hardly a first-innings batsman and more like the handsome actor who might portray a cricketer in a Indian film. No other options has presented a strong argument. Nathan McSweeney looks finished. Harris is still inexplicably hanging around, like unwanted guests. Meanwhile their captain, Cummins, is hurt and suddenly this seems like a surprisingly weak team, missing command or stability, the kind of effortless self-assurance that has often given Australia a lead before a match begins.
Here comes Labuschagne: a world No 1 Test batter as in the recent past, freshly dropped from the ODI side, the right person to restore order to a fragile lineup. And we are informed this is a more relaxed and thoughtful Labuschagne currently: a pared-down, fundamental-focused Labuschagne, no longer as maniacally obsessed with minor adjustments. “I believe I have really simplified things,” he said after his century. “Not overthinking, just what I should make runs.”
Naturally, few accept this. In all likelihood this is a fresh image that exists just in Labuschagne’s personal view: still furiously stripping down that method from dawn to dusk, going deeper into fundamentals than anyone has ever dared. Prefer simplicity? Marnus will devote weeks in the practice sessions with coaches and video clips, exhaustively remoulding himself into the least technical batter that has ever played. This is just the trait of the obsessed, and the characteristic that has consistently made Labuschagne one of the deeply fascinating sportsmen in the game.
Perhaps before this highly uncertain Ashes series, there is even a type of pleasing dissonance to Labuschagne’s endless focus. For England we have a squad for whom any kind of analysis, especially personal critique, is a kind of dangerous taboo. Feel the flavours. Stay in the moment. Smell the now.
For Australia you have a player such as Labuschagne, a man utterly absorbed with cricket and totally indifferent by public perception, who observes cricket even in the moments outside play, who approaches this quirky game with precisely the amount of absurd reverence it deserves.
And it worked. During his shamanic phase – from the moment he strode out to substitute for an injured Steve Smith at Lord’s in 2019 to around the end of 2022 – Labuschagne somehow managed to see the game on another level. To reach it – through absolute focus – on a higher, weirder, more frenzied level. During his stint in club cricket, teammates would find him on the game day sitting on a park bench in a trance-like state, literally visualising all balls of his batting stint. Per cricket statisticians, during the early stages of his career a surprisingly high catches were missed when he batted. Remarkably Labuschagne had intuited what would happen before anyone had a chance to change it.
Perhaps this was why his career began to disintegrate the moment he reached the summit. There were no new heights to imagine, just a boundless, uncharted void before his eyes. Also – to be fair – he stopped trusting his favorite stroke, got unable to move forward and seemed to forget where his off-stump was. But it’s part of the same issue. Meanwhile his coach, D’Costa, thinks a emphasis on limited-overs started to erode confidence in his alignment. Positive development: he’s just been dropped from the 50-over squad.
No doubt it’s important, too, that Labuschagne is a strongly faithful person, an committed Christian who believes that this is all basically written out in advance, who thus sees his role as one of reaching this optimal zone, no matter how mysterious it may look to the ordinary people.
This, to my mind, has long been the main point of difference between him and Steve Smith, a inherently talented player
A passionate historian and travel writer specializing in Italian cultural heritage and ancient Roman history.