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When you compile the list of the most memorable images of Indian sport, you will have to include this one: Dhanraj Pillay sprinting away wit...

When you compile the list of the most memorable images of Indian sport, you will have to include this one: Dhanraj Pillay sprinting away with the ball on a counter against Pakistan in the Champions Trophy this Thursday, out-running two desperate, much younger, defenders, then beating one, a second, a third and, just before he is brought down, reversing the ball, unsighted, to an unmarked Prabhjot Singh who scored India8217;s first goal of three in that five-goal classic. Remember again, it8217;s the most memorable images we are talking about, not the usual unforgettable moments like winning a trophy or a gold medal. Images that advertisers and sports marketeers want to preserve for ever to sell soap, shampoo, cars, shaving cream, tyres, liquor, insurance, bonds, whatever that brings money into sport, makes its stars millionaires. Images that come without a use-by date. Here was Pillay, at 34, too old for any speed game, displaying the attributes Indian hockey is famous for possessing 8212; stickwork and speed 8212; and another two it is notorious for lacking 8212; killer instinct and teamwork. He ran like a sprinter all 70 minutes, setting up each one of the three goals India scored, each time passing to somebody else, displaying the selflessness that converts great moves into goals.

This one will rank alongside some other great images from recent times: Parthiv Patel walking back at Leeds after the victory holding his souvenir stump like a baby cradles his rattle; Rahul Dravid Durban, 1996-97 looking a very angry Allan Donald in the eye after hitting him for a straight six in a fighting but lost cause innings of 84; Mamata Kharab who8217;s she, you might ask, the women8217;s hockey forward latching on to a third rebound with the kind of killer aggression you never expect from an Indian, to smash in the winning goal in the Commonwealth Games final, Leander smashing overhead, his feet curled in the air; Bhupathi ducking in front to get out of the way and yet looking up, half-cheering as the partners quickly close in on the Wimbledon doubles final in 1999. You must have your own list. But not many would rival the Pillay run this Wednesday.

Nor would there be many moments in our sporting history to rival the ironies of this hockey performance. Because, after seven Olympic golds and being anointed the national game, if hockey is the Indian sport8217;s fairy tale gone wrong, Dhanraj Pillay must be its Cinderella. He made his debut in 1989, the same year as Sachin. For a decade, if Sachin has been one of the world8217;s greatest batsman, Pillay has been one of its greatest hockey forwards. While Sachin was sometimes trapped in a team where others have rarely matched up to his talent, Pillay has so often been on the losing side because of the gap between him and the rest. Except that, unlike in cricket, hockey does not so readily recognise individual brilliance. You can break all of the world8217;s batting or bowling records and become a great star while your team loses everything. In the more classical team games, hockey, and football, there is no such individual glory that overrides your team8217;s performance. If you dropped Sachin after a disastrous series in Australia there will be riots all over India. You drop Saurav and Kolkata will burn. But it was simple enough to drop Pillay even after we were celebrating our first Asiad gold medal in two decades where he had played a stellar role. There wasn8217;t a whimper.

At a time when the Indian cricketing and political establishments have been running scared of playing Pakistan, their really poor hockey cousins have given us two successive victories against them. At a time when the cricketing authorities and the players are locked in a vicious fight over millions, the hockey boys have given the game their heart and soul for 20 merely twenty, it8217;s not a misprint dollars a day. Many of our newspapers gave the victory no more than a brief mention on front pages the following morning, certainly much less than a routine Sachin century we tried to do justice with a six-column spread on the front-page, an exclusive interview given by Pillay to our reporter covering the match . Our kids are not lining up to collect posters of Pillay, Prabhjot, Dilip Tirkey, Jugraj Singh. Nor are advertisers vying to sign them up to sell soap, shampoo, shaving creams, even gutka and paan masala. In fact, many of you might still not have heard these names.

If you dropped Sachin after a disastrous series in Australia, there will be riots all over India. But it was simple enough to drop Pillay even after we were celebrating our first Asiad gold medal in two decades. There wasn8217;t a whimper

It is easy to blame it all on our callousness towards the national game or on our cricket-mania. But one of the greatest tragedies of our hockey is that its most glorious phase preceded the era of live television in India. Our last great championship victory, the Kuala Lumpur World Cup in 1975, was telecast live but then all of India had no more than a few thousand television sets, all black and white, and in the metros. Hardly anybody, therefore, would have seen the stirring image of Aslam Sher Khan, brought in as a desperate last-minute substitute to take a penalty corner, kissing his amulet before banging in the hit that took India into the final. Today8217;s generations would only know Aslam, if at all, as an also-ran politician.

But why bother so much about hockey? Cricket is now our national obsession. Our team is getting a bit better. It has real stars who make us feel good with their own performances even if the team ranks in the bottom half of the world rankings, just above Bangladesh, Kenya and Zimbabwe. What is the big deal about hockey? Who plays hockey, anyway?

That, precisely, is the issue. Sports managers got caught in the cricket trap because Indian hockey8217;s decline coincided with the arrival of live television and big sponsorship money. A sporting 8216;product8217; was needed to sell those wares, to consume the sponsors8217; and the advertisers8217; money, and our hockey did not make the grade. It had no Gavaskar, no Kapil Dev. The hockey establishment too was happy to let things drift. If there was anything they hated more than losing, it was the hockey star. So the moment one reared his head, it was squashed. And the basic principle of modern sport is, no stars, no cash.

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Unlike cricket, hockey can become an Indian equivalent of European and Latin American football as a socio-economic, ethnic homogeniser in a sporting melting pot. The football world is full of stars who came from nowhere to lead the big league

It is unlikely that the performance at Cologne it is our highest ranking in the Champions Trophy ever, it was the first time in six years we even qualified for the elite round-robin will change any of that. K.P.S. Gill8217;s hockey federation is more focused than any we have seen lately, but it is now going to be difficult to break the stranglehold of cricket, international football and Formula 1 racing on our audiences. But if it happens, the gains will be many.

There is a unique, stirring quality to hockey as a sport. Some day it will find a Ramchandra Guha to figure out its sociology but, in so many ways, like many other speed-contact sports, it is the game of the underdog and the minorities. Even in the subcontinent, the Sikhs, Muslims, Christians and now even the Ranchi tribals, have excelled in the game. Dilip Tirkey, 25, and a tribal from Orissa, is our national captain and he did not need the benefit of any reservation from any Mayawati. Most of us are not even conscious of his very humble tribal origins.

Unlike cricket, hockey has the potential of becoming an Indian equivalent of European and Latin American football as a socio-economic, ethnic homogeniser in a sporting melting pot. The football world is full of stars who came from nowhere to lead the big league. Beckham, Rio Ferdinand, are East London boys. One of the world8217;s hottest stars today, El Hadji Diouf Liverpool, was marauding with a street gang in Senegal when talent-scouts found him. Professional sport is the world8217;s fairest, most level playing field, and thus a social equaliser. If cricket cannot do it as effectively as hockey or football it is because it still is an upper-class game, requiring facilities, a pitch, gloves and pads, lots and lots of coaching. It doesn8217;t have the rough-and-ready character of a contact/speed sport that readily absorbs raw talent and lets it flourish. After all, when do you see an Oraon or a Munda or a Santhal or a Manipuri becoming the captain of the national team? In hockey, just try to keep them out!

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