If I was the editor of the Brisbane Courier-Mail I’m not sure whether I’d be annoyed or rather pleased.
With regards to the former, I might be peeved just a little bit that my tongue in cheek* (*allegedly) persecution of Stuart Broad was answered by the England seamer taking five wickets on the opening day of the first Test at the Gabba.
Concerning the latter, I could well be over the moon that the publication I work for is the proverbail talk of the town.
Juvenile their campaign may be and professionally insulting it most definitely is but, as the saying goes, there’s no such thing as bad publicity and the Courier-Mail is getting more than its fair share.
And in an industry that, trust me on this, needs all the help it can get, those in charge can’t really be faulted for dreaming up something a bit different up in the hope of selling more copies.
However, quite why they felt the need to make such a big deal over one individual who, as far as I can see, is only guilty of actually setting foot in their city, is a question only they can answer.
To condemn a man’s behaviour when it mirrors that of those doing the criticising is a touch trivial and strange and is akin to verbally slaughtering a visiting head of state because of an aversion to the colour of their socks.
A one-off can be passed over as a bit of fun but a prolonged targeting only highlights the significant chip on the shoulder that is being carried.
But, and this is the best part of the whole episode, it was made to look extremely foolish by Broad’s performance on Thursday.
The Nottinghamshire man’s 5-65 kept the tourists on the front foot and, quite simply, made all the trash talk look very immature.
If the booing and chanting of ‘Stuart Broad’s a ******’ was meant to be the means to aurally batter Broad into submission then those who have taken offence to his presence haven’t really achieved a great deal.
Motivation comes in myriad forms and Broad’s casting as the villain of the piece did exactly what it didn’t say on the tin.
So while you thought you were being clever Courier-Mail (and I hope you did sell a few more) you merely ended up looking petty and daft.