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Precious legend Bertie Wijesinha

21 May, 2017

It is with profound sadness that I received the news of the demise of the legendary international cricketer cum gentleman par excellence Bertie Wijesinha. My mind rolls back towards the day I visited him to pen a little essay on his rich repertoire of exploits both on and off the field. A slight frame, garbed in his beloved Blue Black and Blue, he was excitedly poised to blow out 90 candles on the 24th of May 2010 at the time of my visit, the oldest living Sri Lankan cricketer. I found the legend, blessed with so much charm to spare, chilling it out in his sitting room, walls peppered with his treasured family photographs.

Seldom has such versatility found residence in one human being. Cricketer, coach, commentator, curator, administrator, teacher. besides having been the “Loveliest of Dads”. Truly awesome.

Beneath his gentle manner lurked infinte dignity, compassion and modesty. The man of 90 summers had then shepherded me to his living room, at 180/1/A Watarappola Road Mount Lavinia, his cabinets bursting with scrap books, 62 in all, numbered and dusted, hordes of lovely stats to mull over, a feast of succulent reading for another day, which I was not able to avail of.

Glory days at SSC

To open the salvo he had spoken of the glory days when his beloved SSC had made a serious assault on all the titles. No “May The Best Side Win Nonsense” with crusty old FC de Saram at the helm, team saturated with a unique collection of exotics such as Sargo Jayawickreme, Fairlie Dalpathado, M K Albert, Hector Perera, Lucien de Zoysa and C I Gunasekere.

Rushed interview in full swing, our genial legend never ever denigrated anyone or anything straddling the divide between past and present with such typically deep tact and kindnesss.

In fact it is with particular pleasure and interest that he had watched the new crop on Telly. At sundown he said he had relaxed, nose stuck in a book or had his ears plugged to a stereo, heavy classical stuff running through his cultured soul.

Tiny tear away Pacie

Born in the then quiet little city of Kalutara, he was soon enrolled at S Thomas’ College in the year 1926 by his cricket mad dad, reputed for his blistering batting at Trinity. The little tear away pacie had soon blitzed his way into the Thomian under 9 team inspired, encouraged and coached by John Halangoda, and in the college chapel had sung off the same hymn sheet as Pat McCarthy, Sathi Coomarasamy, Donald Fairweather and Lucien de Zoysa. I fast forward his “progress by the sea “to the year 1938 whence he had captained the Thomian side which lost to Royal. Bertie had resolved to make amends then and there.

Tying knots

Skippering the side for the second successive year, STC won all the matches leading upto the ‘Big Match’ before comprehensively hammering Royal, in ‘Sweet Revenge’ for the year before. Skipper Bertie had led the way with 63 and 70 topping it all with a splendid spell of 4 for 56. There was infinite schoolboy promise in that analysis.

Barely out of his teens and soon picked against the star studded Julian Cahn’s XI made up of Test stars, born within the Commonwealth, the youngster had lapped a lovely 62. The boy had arrived. That particular summer the prodigy scored a thousand runs and taken 19 wickets in just 7 school matches.

Following excellent performances in club cricket besides anchoring Ceylon in the Gopalan Trophy matches against stiff South Indian opposition, Bertie had topped it up with 5 for 99 with his brisk medium pace. At about that point of time he was pursuing lovely Dorothy Weerakoon, and top order batsmen with equal passion, and had had resounding success in both pursuits. In 1949 he inevitably tied the knot with Dorothy besides tying batsmen in all sorts of knots with his sharp pace.

Hat tricks to begin and end

A time of such blissful joy and happy perspiration! All this after he had represented the country in athletics in 1941, making him one of the handful of double internationals ever produced by this country.

The others being CTA Schaffter, Ranil Abeynaike, and Dr Buddy Reid, Mahes Rodrigo, Sathi Coomarasamy, Fairlie Dalpathado and F C de Saram. Such plush company then.

Bowling had been Bertie’s forte. In fact the shy, reticent teenager had roused himself, with a hat trick on debut against St Benedict’s College in 1936, and retired his reputation also with a hat trick in a club match at 63 years of age, plainly a triumph of the human spirit. Bowling a lovely off stump line his bustling medium pace would swerve crisply to slip, a whippet of a bowler, pounding in off a 15 yard run.

His slight frame took on stature, and had dwarfed all else, with the new ball in hand. With the shine on the cherry, the terrible threesome would polish off the top order, that particular vicious triangle made up of Bertie, Fairlie Dalpathado and DS Jayasundera, the heart of the SSC attack for years on end. Bertie would go one better strangulating the batting in the middle overs with his flighty off spin that would burst upon landing.

So nimble in the field, Leslie Ames and George Duckworth, Captain and Manager of the visiting Commonwealth side had both described Wijesinha as the best fielder they had seen on their entire tour of India, Pakistan and Ceylon. Leslie Ames for the record was one of the best wicket- keeper batsmen produced by England.

Dorothy the precious catch

Most Guru’s or cricket coaches are saturated with more theory than Darwin. Not so Bertie. Sans coaching certificates to wave this way and that, his innate ability to point to the finer points of the game was plainly obvious. In spite of which, gracious spouse Dorothy was delightfully ignorant as to the difference between a stump and a bat. This after 60 years of marriage to a legendary coach. She kept a lovely house though, and her Spaghetti Bolognaisse had been a major triumph among those who had dined with the family. Coaching his Alma Mater S Thomas’ to begin with he shifted tent to St Benedict’s College and thence to Trinity College. His six years at St Benedict’s College had been his sweetest, producing four champion schoolboy teams in the mid 60’s.

Whilst in the UK he said that he was invited to coach the Nottinghamshire juveniles, many of his wards going on to play for the county. He had taught English and Latin in parallel to his cricket coaching, adding mountains of value to those hallowed blackboards as well. Bertie’s coaching was symbolized in Sidath Wettimuny’s artistry, a technique that should have been carved in marble, eyes nailed to the seam, left elbow way up among the clouds, as Sidath’s bat ran so sweetly through the ball at Lord’s, remember. The hordes at Lord’s rose in glorious appreciation of that big ‘One Hundred and Ninety’. A huge portion of that ovation belonged to Bertie as well, was Sid’s contention, entirely.

Farm and milk the bowling

With the willow he had built a reputation for dour reliability, with his neat compact, crispy style. A quick tumble of giant SSC wickets would bring the little right hander to the middle, to farm the strike and milk the bowling, besides ensuring that the tail did not lose its head.

Housewives tweaking radio knobs

If all that was not enough, the maestro had taken to commentating in harness with his team mate Lucien de Zoysa, enticing even housewives and schoolgirls to tweak the radio knobs for ball by ball commentaries on the Royal-Thomian, comprehensively elevating the stature of that particular “Big Match”, many notches skywards for certain.

Proud Dad

In 1953 Bertie had secured employment at Lake House in the capacity of the Sports Editor, crossing pens and sharing the canteen with the likes of Mervyn de Silva, Tarzie Witachchi, Denzil Peiris and H D Jansz among others. As he told me, runs and wickets don’t pay your bills and feed your kids. Certainly not in the vintage of 1975. With his brood growing like an accordion, Bertie had taken the potential passage to prosperity, securing employment at the Royal Military Supplies Department in Nottingham UK and enjoying every minute of the 20 years there.

The diminutive legend was so utterly proud of his offspring Rohan, Nedra and Dameskh. The death of their daughter Maya, their precious, vivacious, eldest, had been a particularly painful period for the Wijesinha’s. No doubt their simple belief in the Christian faith had strengthened their resolve to hang on to sanity.

We of the cricketing fraternity are indeed privileged to have shared the warmth of his friendship, sense of subtle humor, eloquence behind the mike, besides of course his ebullience on the cricket field. No more need be said as he has now marched towards the glorious sunset having just about missed the ton by a tad, with the Blue Black and Blue fluttering so proudly and perpetually beside him.

The writer is a former Josephian, BRC, NCC and Sri Lanka Under19 opener and now a cricket historian.

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