Twenty years ago, a South African captain made a confession that would change cricket forever
Luke Alfred07-Apr-2020The days of January 22 and 23, 1988, were not auspicious ones for the Cronje brothers, Hansie and Frans. Just out of Grey College in Bloemfontein, Hansie made his debut for Orange Free State (OFS) in a Currie Cup fixture against Transvaal, with his brother playing only his fourth first-class game for the province. At the Wanderers they faced a Transvaal attack led by the Barbadian Rod Estwick with Clive Rice tucking into his slipstream. The match was over in two days.Both Transvaal pacemen had a touch of the thug about them and were none too sentimental about a group of upstart Afrikaners who had strayed onto the wrong side of the curtain. Frans made 1 and 4, while Hansie’s first-innings 2 was improved upon in his second dig, when he scraped 16 in two hours. “The Cronjes didn’t do that badly,” says the fast bowler Gordon Parsons of a side that had recently been promoted to A Section cricket. “Free State managed 160-odd in the first innings and got bowled out for 51 in their second. Hansie top-scored, if I remember correctly. The next best was Corrie van Zyl.”Parsons, an Englishman who wintered regularly in South Africa, met Hansie for the first time the previous season at the Ramblers nets in Bloem. He was impressed by the youngster’s willingness to learn, remembering that Hansie immediately asked him how he’d get him out. Parsons replied that because Hansie was a little rigid at the crease, he’d bowl on fourth stump, moving it away, and his guess was that the youngster would go at it with hard hands. It was the beginning of a long friendship, cemented over many a meal at 246 Paul Kruger Avenue, the Cronjes’ home. Hansie’s mom, San-Marie, was famous for her cooking, and there was extra attraction: Parsons rather fancied Hansie’s sister, Hester.Cronje’s disastrous first trip to the Wanderers was soon forgotten. Although he struggled – sometimes badly – in first-class cricket, he took to the limited-overs game like a ball of pap to a fishing hook. Parsons remembers a Benson and Hedges match against Kepler Wessels’ Eastern Province in which he and the Cronje brothers played later that year. Wessels had said some mildly disparaging things about OFS in the press and it riled the visitors to St George’s, who were sensitive about being dismissed as a soft touch.ALSO WATCH: Graeme Smith and Daryll Cullinan recall the horror of the match-fixing scandalThere was more. Wessels was 12 years Cronje’s senior at Grey College and had then recently returned home after playing 24 Tests for Australia. Wessels had beaten a path to the summit of the game and had done so on his own terms. Cronje idolised him – taking honours against Kepler’s EP would be just the thing.”We were bowled out for 180-odd in our 45 overs,” recalls Parsons with a chuckle. “We then ran out Mark Rushmere and Phillip Amm went early. Kepler stuck around for 70 and moaned because we peppered him with bouncers. We won by 13 runs.”
Towards the end of the team’s first fully-fledged tour to India since readmission, Cronje entertained thoughts of throwing the third Test in Kanpur
Orange Free State’s new-found first-class status was, in a sense, a family affair. While the young Cronje brothers were struggling to tame Estwick on a spicy Wanderers deck, their dad, Ewie, and others had campaigned tirelessly for OFS to take what they believed was her rightful place among the traditional domestic powerhouses of the South African game; he also represented OFS at board meetings and was close to the United Cricket Board’s Ali Bacher. Through Ewie, the Cronjes had a representative in the heart of South African cricket’s decision-making process.Ewie grew up in the small town of Bethulie, south of Bloemfontein, and had learned cricket from David Marks, the owner of the local Royal Hotel. For young middle-class Afrikaners, advantaged through the 1950s as apartheid began its comprehensive lockdown of South African life, cricket provided opportunities for self-improvement. All you had to do was wear white, rub your bat with linseed oil during long winter nights on the and remember to fold your wrists over the ball when cutting.ALSO READ: The Cronje chronicles – a timelineEwie was the only Afrikaans-speaking member of the OFS Nuffield side in 1957. Hansie, by contrast, was part of a dominant Afrikaans-speaking side in his final year at school 30 years later. After the 1987 Nuffield Week, the national schools tournament, he went on to captain SA Schools with Jonty Rhodes as a team-mate, and by the 1989-90 season, he was scoring his first first-class century – for SA Universities against Mike Gatting’s rebel England tourists.Parsons says that Cronje was not only self-evidently ambitious, he was also a good planner. “His view was, ‘If we do get back into international cricket I’m going to be ready.'” It was a view encouraged when, shortly after Cronje had scored his maiden ton, Nelson Mandela was released from Paarl’s Victor Verster prison on February 11, 1990. It wasn’t the first time that the path of Cronje – who had been feted early on as a possible South Africa captain – intersected with the crosswinds of politics.Eighteen months after Mandela’s release, Cronje, along with Faiek Davids and Derek Crookes, was taken to India as part of South Africa’s quickly arranged first post-readmission tour. Pakistan had withdrawn from their trip to India at the last minute and it was felt that the youngsters – who supplemented the main side – would gain from the exposure. Ewie and San-Marie were invited along as part of a slightly swollen official delegation. India had been a vocal critic of apartheid. Now 100,000 people lined the streets from Calcutta airport to wave at the South African cavalcade as they inched towards their hotel.The beginning of the end: Cronje’s much-lauded decision to forfeit the second innings of the Centurion Test in 2000 turned out to be motivated by less than noble reasons•Getty ImagesAt the beginning of the following year Cronje’s fine domestic form was rewarded with a place in South Africa’s first ever World Cup squad. Weeks later he found himself in Barbados, as understudy to skipper Wessels, for three one-day internationals and an Easter Test. South Africa was not yet democratic but the world rushed to welcome her back into the fold. Both within and without, some thought it happened with unseemly haste.”Nobody ever doubted for one second that he was the right choice for captain,” Cronje’s former headmaster, Andre Volsteedt, told a BBC documentary in 2008, and so it came to pass. With Wessels suffering from a hand injury, Cronje took over the captaincy when the team was in Australia in 1993-94, with the South Africans memorably winning the Sydney Test. The full-time captaincy wasn’t his but it was only a matter of time.Wessels remained captain for the tour of England in 1994, the first to that country since readmission. Matters began on a grace note of flag-draping emotion, with a thumping win at Lord’s. Old “Soft Hands”, Peter Kirsten, scored a century in the drawn second Test, at Headingley, but matters headed south at The Oval when Fanie de Villiers struck Devon Malcolm flush on the helmet, an affront to which he didn’t take kindly. “Don’t ask me that – you guys are dead,” was Malcolm’s response to Allan Donald’s question about whether he was all right, as he felled the South African batsmen like skittles. Malcolm took 9 for 57 in the South African second innings, England winning the Test and so squaring the series.ALSO READ: Devon Malcolm: ‘I saw some of the so-called tough guys of world cricket tremble’Cronje had a miserable time in England. His dismissal to Malcolm in the second innings at The Oval was a case in point: he was too late on the shot, being bowled by a delivery that beat him for sheer, breathtaking pace. The selectors were suddenly worried: Out of his comfort zone in England, Cronje looked troubled. Was he the right man to take over from Wessels?They dealt with their unease about Cronje and others – like Andrew Hudson – both adroitly and with a touch of expedience: by sacking Mike Procter, the coach. By the time the team toured again, playing in the Wills Triangular in Pakistan with the hosts and Australia, a new gaffer was driving the team bus. His name was Bob Woolmer and he was a man for whom the word could have been invented. Having grown up in Kent, he had relocated to Cape Town in the 1980s after playing 19 Tests for England. An assiduous thinker about the game, Woolmer interviewed better than his rivals and brought best practice and creativity to the job, qualities Procter conspicuously lacked.Against his better judgement, Wessels remained. He had turned 37 the month before the tour to Pakistan in October 1994, but such were the concerns about Cronje, the captain elect, that he soldiered on. Although the South Africans lost all six matches, Cronje was in sublime form, rounding off South Africa’s penultimate game with a not-out hundred against Australia. Despite South Africa failing to reach the final, he was the competition’s leading scorer, making Wessels’ retirement all the easier. He walked into the sunset with the characteristically grim dignity that had made him such a reliable performer in the early readmission years.
Cronje became the go-to man for young and old Afrikaners alike; he also became a figurehead for all that was perceived as good in the fragile post-apartheid consensus – a new man for a new age.
Cronje’s first Test in charge was against Ken Rutherford’s New Zealanders, at the Wanderers, which South Africa lost in an atmosphere of finger-pointing and recrimination. A win at Kingsmead in Test two levelled the series, but such was the quality of Barry Lambson’s umpiring in the third Test, at Newlands, that Rutherford became apoplectic. He was incandescent that Lambson hadn’t given Cronje out when he feathered an edge to the keeper on his way to a match-and-series-winning 112.At the end of Cronje and Woolmer’s first full season together, Cronje married his childhood sweetheart, Bertha Pretorius. Shortly afterward, he started as Leicestershire’s overseas professional, a position finessed by Parsons. During a busy county season, there were opportunities for fun. The young couple went to Wimbledon, where Hansie was mistaken for Pete Sampras. There was a trip to Paris, where, according to Hester, “they lived on bread and water – he was such a cheapskate, he was always giving away his freebies as Christmas and birthday presents”.As the seasons rolled on, fun seemed in increasingly short supply. Towards the end of the team’s first fully fledged tour to India since readmission, Cronje entertained thoughts of throwing the third Test in Kanpur; the team also considered a match-fixing proposition after having had their arms twisted into playing in Mohinder Amarnath’s benefit match, which wasn’t on the original itinerary.ALSO READ: The Grinch who stole cricketThe following season, a shepherd boy from the Eastern Cape called Makhaya Ntini was forced on Cronje in a home series against Sri Lanka. Ntini had warmed his shoeless feet in cow pats as a child, and he so impressed cricket scouts that he was given a bursary to Dale College in King Williamstown, where he blossomed.He survived a rape trial to become the UCB’s poster boy, and Bacher thought it politically appropriate to shoehorn him into the national side. Cronje was having none of it; Ntini hadn’t served a domestic apprenticeship, he argued. But his protestations were in vain. Ntini made his debut against the Sri Lankans in the Newlands Test of March 1998, taking the first of what turned out to be 390 Test wickets.The young skipper took on an increasingly beleaguered air. He turned out briefly alongside the abattoir workers and painters of amateur Ireland as an overseas professional, a decision that unambiguously said to Bacher and his cohorts: “Be careful, you might lose me.” The following season, when South Africa were visited by West Indies for the first time, South Africa fielded an all-white side against the visitors’ all-black one in the first Test. The controversy was immediate. Herschelle Gibbs, a Cape coloured, was drafted into the side in the place of Adam Bacher, Ali’s nephew, for the second, but such tinkering did little to placate the politicians. A rancorous season, amped up by an insensitive speech by then UCB president Ray White at Newlands, ended in Cronje resigning, a decision later rescinded.Cronje’s betrayal was keenly felt across the world•Yoav Lemmer/AFPThe problem was clear: Cronje was never quite as liberal as the times demanded. He, whose political attitudes had been formed in the old South Africa, was expected to usher in the new with the blithe sweep of the politician’s practised hand. He couldn’t always do it.As the decade funnelled to an end, Cronje and politicians like Bacher circled each other increasingly warily. What had started so warmly with Woolmer also began to sour. Consecutive World Cup eliminations in 1996 and 1999 didn’t help, the second in excruciating circumstances in the tie at Edgbaston, a muddle memorably captured by the ‘s Scyld Berry as “… the day when time and Allan Donald stood still and Lance Klusener kept on running”.Having toured India in 1991 as the happening youngster, Cronje was in the public eye throughout the decade, South African sport’s first celebrity skipper. Lucas Radebe graced the throne all too briefly, hobbled by injuries. Francois Pienaar might have occupied the position too, but his reign as Springbok player and captain was dazzlingly brief, over in 29 Tests and three years, 1993-1996. Cronje was in the public gaze for triple that time, 1991-2000, longer if one takes his post-cricketing life into account.It was a time during which Afrikaner politicians retired almost completely from the public realm. Into the vacuum flowed sportsmen and public intellectuals like Max du Preez and Antjie Krog. Cronje became the go-to man for young and old Afrikaners alike; he also became a figurehead for all that was perceived as good in the fragile post-apartheid consensus – a new man for a new age. Here was uncharted territory, but his was also a career conducted almost exclusively in the glare of public opinion. It was a difficult burden to bear.ALSO READ: I love Hansie Cronje and I don’t know whyCronje’s dislike of political compromise was one thing, the tragic flaw in his personality quite another. He loved money so much that he was motivated to do wrong for it, a fact known by White – and one therefore almost inevitably known by Bacher. Not enough was made of the flirtation with easy money during the Kanpur Test in 1996, ahead of the Amarnath benefit match, hastily tacked on to the end of a punishing tour without the players’ consent. Woolmer didn’t see fit to include anything in his post-tour report, and by the time a new coach, Graham Ford, took South Africa to India next, in 2000, institutional memory had been lost. Cronje accepted the gift of a cell phone while on that second tour, and unbeknownst to him, his conversations with illegal Indian bookies were taped. Cronje’s web of deceit, his undelivered-upon promises and his manipulation, had begun to unravel.Cronje’s initial denials that he had been involved in match-fixing were met with chest-thumping agreement by the vox populi. Then, a handwritten confession and a teary press conference in Durban in April 2000, ahead of an ODI series against Australia. The bookie, Marlon Aronstam, who had waltzed into Cronje’s hotel room during the last Test of the home summer against England before the India tour, thought Cronje had been pressured into blinking first. The Indian police had no transcripts. “It was his word against theirs – he needed to ride it out,” said Aronstam.
Cricket, a sport of boundaries both actual and moral, had, under Cronje’s perverting touch, revealed itself to be effectively boundary-less
Instead, Cronje unravelled. It became apparent that the idea for each side to forfeit an innings in Centurion against England was not his but Aronstam’s, an act of audacity for which Cronje received R50,000 and a leather jacket for Bertha. While in India weeks later he was receiving upwards of 50 to 60 cell phone calls and text messages a day, as he jokingly floated the idea of underperforming in a Test with Lance Klusener, Mark Boucher and Jacques Kallis.Later in India, with the five-match ODI series already lost, he conspired to involve Gibbs and Henry Williams in underperforming in the fifth ODI in Nagpur. Ever the charming , Gibbs forgot the instructions; Williams injured himself and couldn’t complete the second of his ten overs. Ironically, South Africa won the match, losing the ODI series 3-2.ALSO READ: How the match-fixing drama unfoldedCronje’s confession prompted the King Commission, a soap opera replete with pantomime villains (Aronstam), feisty public prosecutors (Shamila Batohi) and comically unreliable witnesses (Pat Symcox and Daryll Cullinan). Judge Edwin King had begun proceedings by striking the appropriate high note, telling Cronje “the truth shall set you free”, but with hindsight we see that the commission’s intention was palliative. Woolmer wasn’t called as a witness, and neither was Wessels. White, who had a sometimes tetchy relationship with Bacher and was less likely to coat his answers, would have proven invaluable in answering questions. It would have been illuminating, for instance, to hear his answers about the “lost” 1996 tour report to India.All this was conducted in the deforming glare of the television cameras, a place Cronje had occupied, on and off, since his first tour to India in 1991. Essentially an outlier (apartheid-educated, Afrikaans-speaking, from South Africa’s most maligned province), Cronje was not only ill equipped with the diplomacy demanded by the times, he was country’s most scrutinised celebrity sportsman. The pressures he faced were unique, the erosion slow and cumulative. By the end he was lost in a moral wilderness, having breakfast with Aronstam and his son on the morning of a Test, entertaining thoughts of corrupting the match. Cricket, a sport of boundaries both actual and moral, had, under Cronje’s perverting touch, revealed itself to be effectively boundary-less. It had reached a moral degree zero, with Cronje holding the compass. “When I told my friends about having breakfast with Hansie, they couldn’t believe it,” said Aronstam.Neither could we.Excerpted with permission from by Luke Alfred and Ian Hawkey (Pan Macmillan SA, 2019)