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Arctic Monkeys’ “Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not”: 15 Years On

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On ‘Fake Tales of San Francisco’, the third track from the Arctic Monkeys’ acclaimed debut album, lead singer Alex Turner bemoans the fakeness and arrogance of the British music scene. He urges them to ‘get off the bandwagon,’ for ‘you’re not from New York City, you’re from Rotherham.’ In the 15 years since the album became the fastest-selling debut effort in British history, the band have almost become the very thing they laid into so viciously. Turner’s stage presence has evolved from that of a fame-wary teen lad with greasy skin and a thick Sheffield twang to a cocky frontman with greased-back hair and an ego with its own gravitational pull.

That’s not to say the Arctics’ frontman hasn’t earnt it. In the decade-and-a-half of their existence, the South Yorkshire foursome have become British Indie’s cliché: six number one albums, seven Brit Awards, and two acclaimed Glastonbury headline sets. The band have transformed into something bigger than themselves. They have broken America and pushed musical boundaries – particularly on their most recent effort, Tranquillity Base Hotel and Casino; this record sounds like the musical outcome of setting David Bowie on an LSD trip with a vintage Moog synth and a thesaurus. But as much as Turner tries to hide it under a throaty snarl, his Yorkshire drawl still tells of where the band’s origins lie.

The Arctic Monkeys first opus, 2006’s Whatever People Say I am, That’s What I’m Not, has the band’s roots in the post-industrial, working-class north running through its core. Turner’s lyrics, inspired by Lancastrian performance poet John Cooper Clarke, detail every aspect of a night on the town, from the anticipation, trying to pull, bartering with bouncers, being propositioned by prostitutes and even getting a taxi home. The sentiment of local identity is perfectly surmised in the closing track ‘A Certain Romance,’; though it bemoans the towns low fashion and ‘kids who scrap with pool cues in their hands,’ it resolves into a statement of “this is our town, our culture, and we’re owning it.”

Arctic Monkeys, like many before them, started as a local sensation: they played packed out gigs in small Sheffield venues, and their fame spread through word of mouth and the band’s mixtape Beneath the Boardwalk. The band were not the only ones emerging on the blossoming Indie scene, British rock’s most significant new movement since Britpop: Kaiser Chiefs rambunctious debut effort had been a chart stalwart for all of 2005; and Elbow, The Libertines and Bloc Party had been building followings after acclaimed debuts. But Turner’s crew had at their disposal a brand-new way of accessing their audience: social media. 

The band had created such a colossal internet following on MySpace that fans could sing every word to the band’s songs at concerts before they had even released an album; music labels were clamouring to sign them. The sensation that surrounded the release of their debut was the culmination of a very modern musical revolution that would change the way music artists accessed their audience. The band were able to go from a fringe local act to a mainstream artist in almost an instant. This allowed their first effort to become the best-selling debut album of all time, setting a precedent for the future of the industry. Arctic Monkeys gave the young people of Sheffield, and indeed the North at large, music they could identify with, which reflected their experiences. Thanks to the arrival of social media, they were able to access their audience like never before.  

The Arctic Monkeys are not the first genre-defining act to emerge from a local furore. Even ‘bigger-than-Jesus,’ forefathers of all modern pop, The Beatles started as a deeply local sensation, with crowds swamping the musky basement of the Cavern Club in Liverpool, just to get a glimpse. The city was still recovering from wartime destruction and the decline of the manufacturing industry, finding itself consistently smeared by the national press and government. Liverpudlians needed something to raise their identity from that which undeservedly attracted the scorn of the masses. It came through music.

Guinness World Records lists Liverpool as the ‘World Capital of Pop.’ Where the Beatles laid the tracks, acts like Billy Fury, Cilla Black, Frankie Goes to Hollywood and Echo and the Bunnymen became some of pop’s most successful acts, leading the ‘British invasion’ of the American charts, and providing the city with an identity on the world stage as a centre of cultural significance.

The 80s brought Manchester its time in the cultural spotlight. The ‘Madchester’ scene centred around acts like New Order, Stone Roses, Happy Mondays and Inspiral Carpets. The movements activity hub was the famed Hacienda club, owned by members of New Order. Police noted that the emergence of the music subculture in Manchester saw reductions in crime and football hooliganism which had previously stained the city’s reputation on the national stage.

People were not just listening to the music; they were living the music. The scene had provided people with an identity, a lifestyle, that would see 1988 coined as the ‘Second Summer of Love’. The city’s musical prowess shone into the 90s, with Britpop poster boys Oasis pulling Manchester’s reputation to that of a positive Mecca of music. Britpop would also see other Northern acts become icons, including Sheffield’s Pulp and Wigan’s The Verve; this set the scene for the Indie movement that, once again, saw northern acts at the forefront of British music.

Bands with strong local followings such as The Sherlocks, The Lathums, and The Lottery Winners show that both indie music and naming conventions are still thriving, and bands like Manchester’s Pale Waves are incorporating electronic influences, bringing the genre into the modern era. The face of the North, however, is changing, with increasing investment and a more diverse population, and the music scene is shifting with it. The small concert venues that local acts feed off are struggling, as the way people consume music changes.

Artists are increasingly turning to social media and music sharing platforms like SoundCloud to hype their music. This allows smaller artists to reach not just a local, but an international, diverse audience. Manchester in particular has one of the most active electronica scenes in the country. Grime artists such as Bugzy Malone and Aitch are achieving chart success to rival their London counterparts; they are rising to fame by constructing a large online fanbase, whilst keeping their Northern roots at the fore. For musicians, it’s a case of adapt-or-die. But while local artists can appeal to a larger variety of listeners with social media, the aforementioned artists show that Northern identity still persists strongly.

For the Northern communities left behind in post-industrial Britain, music provided an identity beyond that they had been assigned by the press and government. No-one wants to be defined by suffering. Music gave northern communities the chance to be known for something much more positive and enduring. In this desire to forge new identities, music acts continuously pushed boundaries. This threw them right to the top of the British music scene, forging not just local pride, but international recognition. While Northern communities have seen great changes, their musical prowess has remained constant, and will certainly persevere into the future.

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In Truth

Everything I told you

Came out untrue

But somehow 

You already knew

Because I’d been your crushed

And purple bruise

(To fold and form 

And use)

But the only one

To ever know

The still-there star 

Of every show

And I your faithful

Cameo

Artwork by Emma Hewlett.

Time

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Folded in on herself,

Hot thighs pressed against hot chest,

Hot knees up to hot forehead,

On which there is seaweed hair – 

Time curls up and sweats.

Flesh sticks to

Cold white tiles beneath her buttocks.

The clocks cry her name from

Outside the door;

Their hands are stiff and still.

She thinks she is crying,

Half asleep, half awake.

Anaesthetised by pain,

Her damp hot skin does not move from

The cold white tiles.

The words she cannot say

Buzz in her ears,

Sitting fatly on her heart – 

Enough to make

Her own breath suffocate.

I am strong. I must move.

She hears the words she cannot say.

But the hot flesh that is stuck on

The cold white tiles

Does not move.

Someone must help me.

She thinks but cannot say.

Someone must move me 

Before it is too late,

Because I am unable 

To move myself.

No-one can tell her 

That the only person that can help Time

Is Time herself.

Artwork by Rachel Jung.

Changes by the River

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The leaves are falling again.

I never even noticed last year.

Now I sit on the grass and

Watch them drift to the ground around me.

It doesn’t matter how stagnant we feel,

The seasons keep on flowing,

The grass turning green and brown and green again –

Only we don’t see it from our shallow pools.

This year is different. I see the changes,

The leaves tan brown like me –

We were never evergreen.

My hair is longer, my freckles more numerous

And my complexion is as bad as ever.

But now I have these moments of quiet happiness

That I can sit in, and be content.

The leaves are falling again.

They do it every year.

Image Credit: Katie Kirkpatrick.

Cherwell Recommends: YA Guilty Pleasures

In an already unusual term, this 5th Week, giving its name to ‘5th week blues,’ might be more difficult than most. Whether after an essay crisis or just in a time when you’re in need of a comforting read, some books offer just the right medicine. We often call these books guilty pleasures but there’s nothing wrong with reading something purely for the fun of it. So, the Books Section recommends some of our most comforting, binge-worthy Young Adult reads from years gone by, all of which certainly hold up to another read.

Percy Jackson by Rick Riordan

Recommended by: Jess, Deputy Editor

In my Oxford interview, my tutor asked me if I had come across any piece of modern literature which I thought was an interesting example of Classical Reception. All I could think of was ‘For the love of (the) god(s), don’t say Percy Jackson’. But now two years into my Classics degree and a proud passer of Mods (don’t ask anymore about them), I’m able to enjoy this series with more pleasure than guilt. Adult fans of The Song of Achilles (Madeline Miller) or the Penelopiad (Margaret Atwood) may well have spent their teenage years being brought up on this expansive series. Rick Riordan’s imagination spills Greek goddesses, gods and monsters into the world and his teenage demi-god protagonists are depicted in a non-patronising way as we see them negotiate love, puberty, awful step-parents and of course, quests and the risk of gruesome death.

The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater

Recommended by: Ella, Deputy Books Editor

There is one and only one reason for studying Medieval literature- to, like Gansey and friends, study and search for an ancient sleeping king. The atmosphere of the books, each one corresponding to its own season, is nostalgic and evocative of the West Virginia landscape this quest unfolds in. It’s hard to describe exactly what the Raven Cycle is about; by the time you read the final book, the first, a not unusual urban fantasy YA story, is revealed to be only the middle of the entire story. Or, depending how you look at it, the first book is the natural conclusion to the cycle. It’s a series which invites rereading, especially because not only are the characters developed throughout the story, but key information about their motivations are kept hidden up until the final book. As well as this, there are brilliant secondary characters, my favourite of which are the yuppie villainous couple who manage to be both evil and entertaining. The series is slightly ridiculous in some aspects, but it has a beautiful sincerity which extends through murder, magic, apocalypse, college applications, and the difficulties of falling for your ex’s friend. With the new book of the sequel trilogy coming out in May, now is a perfect time to get into the series. 

We Were Liars by E. E. Lockhart

Recommended by: Sofie, Books Editor

I remember devouring E. E. Lockhart’s We Were Liars in a single sitting a few summers back. It is equal parts edge-of-your-seat thriller and resonant coming of age story, with a dash of escapist summer romance. The novel centers on the wealthy and seemingly perfect members of the Sinclair family, who spend summers on the family’s idyllic private island. One year, however, things take a tragic turn, leaving Cadence, one of the Sinclair grandchildren, searching for answers. Lockhart’s novel is as gripping and addictive as any YA guilty pleasure I’ve read, but it is also unexpectedly poetic and poignant. It is well worth a read to liven up the dreary days of lockdown.

Image Credit: Mohamed Hassan, Pixabay

Cherwell Recommends: Love of all kinds

It’s not hard to find examples of romantic love; however, literature celebrates the expanse of human emotion, so our books editors have picked out two moving illustrations of the other forms love takes.

The Journals of Sylvia Plath by Sylvia Plath

Recommended by: Irene, Books Editor

Sylvia Plath obsessions are a rite of passage for a certain subset of young women, but beyond stereotypical images of ‘mad’ genius and feminine depression lie a rich oeuvre treasured by diverse readers and a complex, surprising human being. Plath’s Journals take immediacy of emotion to the highest level as the author confides into an imaginary audience, all her ambition, joy, and suffering thus laid bare. Novels and poems are controlled artistic expressions, but life has neither thesis nor singular narrative; as the storyteller herself confronted this, her relationship with literature continued to evolve right until the last moments of her life. The Journals illustrate passion, sensitivity, and imagination with unparalleled intensity, making for an absorbing read like no other.

The Road by Cormac McCarthy

Recommended by: Ella, Deputy Books Editor

The Road is the story of a father and son trekking through post-apocalyptic America in search of the meagre food- and escaping those who have turned to cannibalism due to the shortage. 

While the father is not demonstrative in his affection, his whole world and character centre around protecting his son. McCarthy himself, when asked by Oprah, said he would not be able to say ‘I love you’ to his own son, but that the story stood as a ‘love story’ to him, inspired by his fears as an older first-time father. Questions from the boy about morality and death which the father struggles to answer in the hopelessness of their circumstances are directly taken from McCarthy’s son. If anyone can write realistically bleak landscapes it is McCarthy, whose other novels were set in the Southwestern desert he scouted himself. He meticulously lays out how his characters wash, carry their possessions, and scavenge. Some find the pacing boring, especially as the monotony of the road is mirrored by the writing, mainly in simple and compound sentences in precise but literal language. But I found myself drawn into the world, reading the whole book over two days, and deeply invested in each new search or plan. The usually sparse writing also style gives power to the flights of metaphorical language which appear a few times- especially the extraordinarily cryptic and beautiful final passage. Just so, the deceptively simple relationship between father and son, a stoically masculine affair of few words and physical protection, comes under question. To say more would give away a lot of the joy of discovery in the story, but if you want a startlingly unique tale of paternal love, including the failures and doubts of a parent in dire straits, it might happen to lie in a post-apocalyptic adventure. 

Artwork Credit: Lucy Tansley

“Hey Ya!” Or Hey Nah?: Why your life is empty without “The Love Below”

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The Love Below is the latter half of OutKast’s double album, Speakerboxxx/The Love Below, which represents André 3000’s solo work. The experimental concept album, which found wide acclaim upon its release in 2003 (nominated for 6 Grammy Awards, winning 3 including Album of the Year), effortlessly melds jazz, funk, hip-hop, pop, electro and more, to create an atmospheric classic; it takes the listener on an introspective journey, asking the question ‘is it better to be ice cold or should we just give in to the love below?’. 

That is not to say, however, that the album is some pretentious, shallow attempt at depth; André never appears to take himself too seriously, and it is his use of wordplay and light-hearted subject matter to explore the deeper parts of his own emotions, that really adds a special charm to this album. Even the name, The Love Below, reflects this; while it is a clear reference to sex, it is also a reference to looking deeper within ourselves to find what love means for each of us.

In a way, it is a surrealist masterpiece: every song is vastly different yet wholly connected. Listening to the album in its entirety, it is apparent how thoroughly considered the sound is. Despite its variety, it never feels disjointed. Instead, it feels almost like an Alice in Wonderland journey of sound – despite constant growing and shrinking, we still know that we’re down the rabbit hole.

The album opens with two songs – “The Love Below” and “Love Hater”: neither could possibly prepare you to expect what is to come next, yet they prime you to be open. They both represent a significant shift away from OutKast’s previous work in rap; instead, the strings and the piano seem to be reminiscent of the opening of a musical – the set up for the voyage we are about to go on. Similarly, the jazzy stylings of “Love Hater” are constantly subverted, whether it be through the whine of his guitar that seemingly interrupts the jazz piano, or the lyrics themselves, shifting from the unsurprising musings on how “everybody need [sic] somebody to love” to the comedic “everybody need [sic] to quit acting hard and shit/ before you get your ass whupped”. It is here that the listener comes to understand the basis for this album and its themes and subversion of musical and cultural expectations. This is no normal love album, but the journey of one man as he tries to find true love while manoeuvring the landscape of modern sexuality and all its complications. 

The Love Below is deeply introspective and the interludes are works of art and self-expression within themselves. Much as the rest of the album, they are predominantly comedic in nature but hit at deeper concepts. The first one is a conversation with God where André expresses his fears of being alone and never finding true love, even conceding that “she doesn’t even have to have a big old ass” he just “need[s] a sweet bitch” – isn’t that what we all want?  The accompaniment to these musings, the honeyed rhythm of the bass guitar, ensures that the atmospheric intensity of the album is carried over into these conversations – the message remains just as clear.

For The Love Below, intermissions are not interruptions. In “Where Are My Panties”, as André begins to catch feelings for his one-night stand who was so “goddamn sweet”, we hear, as if from a distance, a loud angry voice shouting “ice cold”, giving us an insight into the internal war taking place. These intermissions are just as vital to the rest of the album as any other element. From a conversation with God to a love letter, these moments are beautiful and intimate and reveal a sense of vulnerability which is echoed over and over in the rest of the album. They offer breathing room to appreciate each and every song, without which, I would imagine this album would be rendered a totally overwhelming and meaningless experience.

Throughout the album, André ricochets between accepting love at the cost of his “ice cold” persona and or rejecting love and accepting sexual relationships which are doomed to remain empty so long as he refuses to accept his own feelings. We jump between “Prototype”, a sun-drenched song (almost reminiscent of Tyler, The Creator’s far more recent “See You Again” (2017)) with its uplifting, optimistic bass considering how “I think I’m in love again”, to songs like “Hey Ya”!, an open rejection of love – if “nothing is forever […] then what makes love the exception?”.

These songs are beautiful and entrancing in their own way. In fact, I would highly recommend watching the music videos for both “Prototype” and “Hey Ya!”; they perfectly capture the energy of their respective tracks. A song rejecting love doesn’t have to be downbeat and sad, just as a song that fully embraces it doesn’t have to be overly saccharine. His music is just honest, no forced intensity, just introspection. 

Even the more comedically leaning songs reveal a certain vulnerability; “Dracula’s Wedding”, a song unsurprisingly about the nuptials of our favourite vampire, reveals a fear of love and commitment – “I wait my whole life to bite the right one, then you come along and that freaks me out”; but this fear is calmed by the Kelis (of “Milkshake” fame) who features here as Dracula’s lover. The song ends on a rather cute note (“till death do us part […] not in our case, ‘cause we live forever”) and represents a final, more conclusive shift in the message of The Love Below.

André finally sheds his fear of emotional vulnerability and leads us into the self-explanatory “Take Off Your Cool” where he rejects the “ice cold” mask which he so encouraged in “Hey Ya!”. In “Vibrate”, André reminds us that “every boy and girl, woman to man” have to confront these questions of love and sexuality and what they truly want. He encourages the listener to take their desire into their own hands, to “become the master of your own ‘bation”.

The variety of sound and lyrical concept all remains uniquely André There is never a moment where he seems to deviate from himself. Thus, while the album is about finding and accepting love, it is just as much an acceptance of love for oneself, loving who we are, every facet and every contradiction. In fact, André’s choice to make this a solo album is a testament to this: he may be a member of OutKast, but both he and Big Boi are incredibly different, with their own strengths and weaknesses, and so deserve to have the opportunity to showcase their talents independently without having to reject their label as a team (as they eventually came to do in 2006). 

So, having said all that, I fully recognise that most people do not have the time nor the patience to listen to all 21 songs and interludes on the album. So, I figured it would be worth sharing the top songs that The Love Below has to offer, in the hope that hearing them will encourage you to listen to the album in full. In order of appearance:

  • “Spread” – Like the soundtrack to a one night stand between jazz and RnB, this song is fast-paced, fun, and messy. An open acceptance of desire, it jumps and hops and is comfortable with that feeling of mutual passion.
  • “Prototype” – Gorgeous, open, and earnest, this song perfectly captures the soft intensity of falling in love for the first time. If you like anything from Flower Boy, this song is certainly for you.
  • “She Lives in My Lap” – I don’t know how to describe this song beyond pure satisfaction, it is filled with incongruous elements that are somehow perfectly balanced – the musical incarnation of his internal struggle. It’s beautiful in a way that is tough to fully put into words, it’s just one of those songs that shouldn’t work, yet does.
  • “Hey Ya!” – This one really needs no introduction. If you have somehow managed to miss one of the best dance songs of the past two decades, please rectify that immediately and have a listen.
  • “My Favourite Things” – I’m not sure many people wanted an electro-jazz rendition of “My Favourite Things” from The Sound of Music, but here it is –  with no lyrics – and it’s brilliant. 

The album as a whole is incredibly forward-thinking in its notions of masculinity, love and sexuality. Both men and women alike are encouraged to own their bodies and open themselves up to experience love to the fullest, topping charts with songs stuffed with complexity and nuance in an era where pop music seemed to encourage greater simplicity regarding sexual matters (think Stacy’s Mom). Perhaps this album is more relevant now than ever. With casual sex more available than ever before (COVID allowing), being nude is no longer the height of vulnerability, instead, true vulnerability is in being open to real emotional connection and all of its consequences, for better and for worse.

Would I say that The Love Below warmed my cold, dead heart and taught me how to love? I wouldn’t rule it out. What I can say is that I am ridiculously bored and finding this album reminded me that there is a world beyond lockdown. A world where we will all, eventually and hopefully, fully realise what it means to love ourselves and to love others.

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Oxford study claims deaths outside Wuhan in China did not increase in early 2020

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Outside of the city of Wuhan, overall deaths did not increase in China during the first three months of the coronavirus pandemic, research by the Chinese Center for Disease Control and Prevention and Oxford University has shown.

The study has found that the rise in deaths due to the disease was offset by the decline in mortality from other causes. Deaths from pneumonia declined by 47% and road traffic accidents by 23%, largely as a result of a national lockdown in China from January through to April. 

However, the situation in Wuhan itself was very different, with the overall death rate up by 56%. The combined effects of pneumonia and COVID-19 are being blamed for the rise, although there were additional small increases in deaths from cardiovascular disease and diabetes.

The study has also found that there were more excess deaths among men than women, and that mortality was higher in central areas and among the over 70s. There was a drop in hospital deaths, but a rise in mortality outside healthcare settings, which researchers have suggested highlights either difficulties or reluctance to access professional healthcare.

These findings highlight the importance of rapid, large scale actions to combat the pandemic, with the Chinese national lockdown proving effective in reducing both COVID and non-COVID related deaths. 

The senior author for the study at the China Centre for Disease Control and Prevention, Professor Maigeng Zhou, said “The data showed that during these first three months of the COVID-19 outbreak, there were totally different situations in Wuhan city and in the rest of China. Within Wuhan city, there were also major differences in the severity of the outbreak between central and suburban districts.”

Dr Jiangmei Liu, another study author at the China CDC, added: “This was the first nationwide study in China to systematically examine the excess mortality during the COVID-19 outbreak, not only from pneumonia but also from a range of other conditions across different regions of China.”

Researchers examined data from the Chinese death registries from January to March 2020, as well as the Chinese Surveillance Point System, which represents over 20% of the entire population of the country. 

The new strain of coronavirus was first discovered in mid-December in Wuhan, China. It has since killed over 2.5 million globally, with over 100 million cases recorded.

The senior author for the study, Zhengming Chen, who is the Professor of Epidemiology at the Nuffield Department of Population Health at Oxford University, said: “It would appear that the lockdown and associated behavioural changes – such as wearing facemasks, increased hygiene, social distancing and restricted travel – actually had unintended additional health benefits beyond those of reducing the spread of SARS-CoV-2.”

Cherwell’s Australian Open Round-up

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The Australian Open of 2021 was one like never before. The event was dogged with problems and complaints from many of the sports stars before the event as they were forced to quarantine upon their arrival in Australia, something that was even further compounded by a spate of positive coronavirus cases amongst some of the players. However, once the tournament started, it was business as usual. There were some big questions on everyone’s minds before the tournament started: Can Rafael Nadal win his 21st Major? Will Novak Djokovic prove to be back to the best that we saw of him last season? Will Serena Williams finally be able to break the women’s Grand Slam Record? The action that followed in the next two weeks would answer all of those questions, and more, whilst providing some upsets and excitement along the way.

This Australian Open was a disappointing one for British tennis fans. In the Men’s singles there were only two entrants, with Kyle Edmund injured and Andy Murray unable to travel. Those two entrants faced off in the first round, with Cameron Norrie overcoming an in-form, and higher ranked, Dan Evans. Norrie then won his second round match against a qualifier, before eventually being comfortably beaten by Nadal in the third round.

Likewise, in the Women’s draw success was limited. Four British players were in this draw, but only Heather Watson was able to make it to the second round before also being beaten. There was more success in the Men’s doubles for the Brits, with Joe Salisbury and his American partner Rajeev Ram the defending champions. They defeated another British favourite Jamie Murray on their way to the final but were eventually themselves defeated by the ninth seeds, Dodig and Polasek.

There were some thrilling matches across the Men’s Singles draws. Novak Djokovic needed five sets to defeat Taylor Fritz in the third round, a match that during which he required medical attention and would later state if it had not been a Grand Slam, he would have pulled out of the tournament. Possibly the pick of the matches, however, was the third round match up between US Open champion Domonic Thiem, and Australian home favourite Nick Kyrgios. Kyrgios led the match two sets to love, before a spirited fightback saw Thiem claim it in five, in a match that lasted almost three and a half hours. Eventually, at the end of the two weeks, it came down to a final between Djokovic and fourth seed Medvedev. Despite Djokovic’s much greater time spent on court over the tournament as a whole, he was easily able to defeat Medvedev in what looked like a routine victory to claim his 9th Australian Open title and 18th Grand Slam.

In the Women’s tournament, Serena Williams put up probably her best display in a Grand Slam in the last couple of years. She powered through the early rounds including a strong victory over the second seed Simona Halep, to be defeated eventually in the Semi-finals by Naomi Osaka. Many of the other big names were also defeated early on in the competition, with defending champion Sofia Kenin succumbing in the second round with world number one, and home favourite Ashleigh Barty failing to move past the quarter finals. This led to a final between Osaka and the American Jennifer Brady. It was a closely fought match in the end, with Osaka prevailing to win her fourth Grand Slam title.

This year’s Australian Open was one that will be remembered probably only partly for the tennis, as it will be overshadowed by the pandemic as much else has been in the last year. It was, however, great to see some fans at times able to watch the tennis live, a great hope for what sport could look like again soon across the UK and the rest of the world. With three more Grand Slams on the calendar this year, might it be the time for Serena Williams to finally break the record? Or have we finally seen the changing of the guard in women’s tennis (something we are certainly yet to see in the men’s, with the domination of Nadal and Djokovic seeming to continue)?

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England in India: the Tests keep coming

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In the first Test at Chennai, England produced a stunning victory over a very strong India team. Many doubters were proven wrong, Jimmy Anderson at 38 was able to produce one of the finest overs in recent years to dismiss Gill and Rahane at a crucial point in the second innings, and Joe Root continued his imperious form, posting a commanding 218 in the first innings on a difficult pitch. However, despite such a brilliant result, the second test at the same venue this week looks to be an entirely different game.

Given England’s decision to rotate players, Anderson will have to watch from the side-lines and wicketkeeper Jos Buttler is returning home. This, coupled with an injury to Jofra Archer and the choice of the England camp to drop spinner Dom Bess, means that the 11 that line up to face India in the second test will be a very different one to the first.

Some of the replacements are like for like; Stuart Broad for Anderson and Moeen Ali for Bess do not overly alter the strength of the side. However, the loss of Archer and Buttler could be felt much more. In the last couple of years Buttler has proved himself to be just as talented in the red ball game as we all knew he was in white ball cricket. His ability to bat and accumulate runs patiently before going through the gears and scoring almost at will is something very few cricketers in the world can match. The wicketkeeper coming in is Ben Foakes, a man with proven pedigree in sub-continent conditions, but with only 5 tests under his belt – it can hardly be argued that he is the same calibre of player as Buttler.

Possibly more worryingly for England fans is the loss of Archer. Since his test debut in 2019, he has illustrated that he can mix it with some of the best fast bowlers in the world, and whilst he might not have been at his best in the first test, he brings something very different to the England side in terms of raw pace. Archer’s replacement is the Warwickshire bowler Olly Stone, a man with decent stats at First Class level, but only a solitary test to his name, a 2019 home match against Ireland. To be suddenly thrust in against one of the best test teams in the world, in Indian conditions, seems as though it could be a bit much for Stone to handle.

Of course, I hope that I am wrong and all of these replacements prove their worth to the side, but I struggle to see the 11 men starting this second test for England replicating the display of the first. Either way, that will not stop me from waking up early and watching whilst I attend my lectures or get on with my reading, something only possible due to the long awaited return of test cricket to terrestrial television. 

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