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Section D

Animals in Sports

1. There are many types of animal sporting events, with varying levels of participation from humans. Some are solely between the animals while others use the animals in a lesser role. There are some large-scale events that include animals in a variety of sports.

Name these sports

  • What do you feel when you see these sports?

  • Do you think animals enjoy these sports?

  • If any one of these animals were to express themselves, what do you think would they say?

Cock Fight

Raymond A. Foss
2. Read the poem

weat and avarice26
Were pungent27 under
The cloud of dust
From the pit

Arms beat in the air

Voices raised to cheer
And exhort28 the handlers
And their champion

The birds rose as one

And descended in a cloud
Of feathers, spikes, and bites

The yellow of the breastplate

Was stained crimson
With the mortal wounds
Of the loser.

Quiet did not come

For the barking the dogs

And their masters.

About the poet

Raymond A. Foss (1960) was born in Westfield, MA. He attended the University of New Hampshire, earning a Bachelor of Arts in Political Science in 1982 and a Master of Public Administration in 1984. He graduated from Franklin Pierce Law Center in 2004. He started writing poetry while serving on the Barrington, NH School Board in 2000. His first reading was for an assignment from the Reading Specialist to each board member to bring a piece of poetry to share at the April 20, 2000 School Board meeting in honor of National Poetry Month. When one of his first two poems received a favorable reaction, he began to write poetry more regularly. He created the site Poetry Where You Live in February 2004. There are now over 12,325 of his poems and 901 of his photographs on that site. When not writing poetry, he spends his time trying to be the best Christian, husband and father to three wonderful daughters he can be.
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011. All rights reserved. Contact me at raymondafoss@gmail.com for copyright.

3. Answer the following questions

(a) Bring out the tone, mood and setting of the poem.

(b) What is the theme of the poem?

(c) What feelings does the poem evoke?

4. This poem has a lot of images. Fill in the columns. One has been done for you

Visual Imagery


Aural Imagery


(a) cloud of dust

frenzied attack

(a) Arms beat in the air


5. Animals have been used in sports since the days of the Ancient Greeks and Romans who used horses for chariot races. Since then, humans have used animals in all kinds of sporting pastimes, such as equestrian (horse jumping), polo, bull fighting and even camel racing!

Some people think that using animals in sports is cruel, while others say animals enjoy the healthy competition as much as humans do. What do you think? Is using animals in sports cruel? Or is it a fun way for humans and animals to work together? Are some sports involving animals crueler than others? What you think about animals being used in sports?

Design a brochure underlining your ideas.
6. Debate on the topic, “Using Animals in sports is sheer entertainment.”

Section E

The Boy Who Couldn't Bowl

(From: Line and Strength by Glenn McGrath)

Glenn McGrath

. From working the land in Narromine to winning cricket's World Cup three times, Glenn McGrath has always faced life with fierce determination and an unerring will to succeed, despite the odds. Following his retirement from international cricket, McGrath shares the story of his life - in cricket and off the field.

The sun was deep into its descent over the horizon of western New South Wales, its long rays streaked across the outback sky, lighting it with colours that looked to the boy like smears of drizzled honey, burnt orange, molten gold d bronze. Normally Glenn McGrath would have paused to admire the view. Although he was only 16 years old, he knew enough to realise that appreciating nature's wonders - sunsets, sunrises, lightning storms - is nutritious for the soul. But on this particular evening, McGrath didn't have time to spare. He turned his back on God's grandeur, determined to finish his final 'job' of the day before his mum called him in for dinner.

McGrath was bone-tired and weary. He and Dale, his 14-year-old brother, had spent yet another day toiling in the back paddock of the family's Narromine property, sowing as many as they could of its 1000 acres for the next season's wheat crop. In years to come, McGrath would say that not even the unforgiving heat and humidity of Pakistan or India were as exhausting as the time he had replaced his father as the man of the family. Glenn and Dale were boys doing men's work, thanks to the age-old farmer's curse: crippling bills and scarce income. The account book for the 1987 season looked grim and the boys' father, Kevin, was working as a road-train driver, transporting livestock from the Northern Territory and central Queensland to the abattoir at nearby Dubbo.

As McGrath remembers, working the family property was a big responsibility: the family's livelihood depended on the brothers doing a good job, and the task was one that could quite easily have frightened him, had he allowed it to. But his younger brother was born to work the land. Dale would lighten the mood by waiting for Glenn to lift a heavy sack of grain from the ute - then he'd leap from the vehicle onto his brother's back. The extra weight would crumple Glenn's skinny legs and he'd crash to the ground in an angry cloud of dust. Dale would laugh loudly before running for his life as his brother picked himself up and hurled abuse, calling him 'a bloody pest'.

'It was a tough time,' Dale agrees. 'But we got through it. I liked to stir him up. But Glenn could always find something—a bit of rock, some fibro or a golf ball - and nine times out of ten he'd hit me.'

The weight of responsibility McGrath carried for those few weeks as the man of the house was heavy, like the sack of grain, but he steadied himself by accepting that he had to deal with the situation as best as he could; it was the responsibility he had inherited as the elder son. What he felt, but couldn't then properly articulate, was the need to worry only about controlling the controllable. This was a mantra that would serve him well in later life: McGrath would call upon it regularly, when he'd challenge the world to do its worst while he tried to do his best as a cricketer and a devoted husband.

And yet there were times when he was out in the paddock that the boy wished that Kevin would offer some fatherly advice. McGrath was not to know that out on the road, as the kilometers rolled by, Kevin's thoughts were always with his boys and how they were going.

‘I knew they'd do a good job,' Kevin says. 'I knew they’d work well together.' Although the boys planned their time so that one worked for an hour while the other took off on the other, somehow they got the work done. 'Glenn handled the job very well, though Dale was more farm-minded - even as a little kid he would run into the sheep yard, get knocked over and get straight back on his feet. Glenn was more into playing his sport.'

Against the setting sun McGrath prepared to push himself one list time before calling it a day. The dirt from the back paddock was still on his hands and in his boots. This last job of the day wasn't a chore like feeding the chickens or tending the lambs-- and it was as much a passion as an escape. He picked up the scuffed, red leather cricket ball from the ground and prepared to bowl at the 44-gallon drum that bore, like belly wounds, the numerous dings and dents from deliveries that had found their mark over the years. When Glenn's mother, Beverly - better known as Bev - heard the regular bang of --leather ball thumping into steel drum, she knew exactly where he was - behind the shed that housed her husband's machinery. She accepted as a healthy obsession her son's afternoon ritual of perfecting what the respected television commentator Richie Beaud would one day call a 'nagging line and length'. 'He's not hurting anyone or himself,' she'd say.

McGrath was a child of Australian cricket's last great depression. In the summer of 1986/87, the Australian Test team was still recovering from the void left by the retirements of Greg Chappell, Rod Marsh and Dennis Lillee two years earlier.

In the absence of these great players, the Australians were bullied, particularly by the West Indies, whose fearsome four pronged pace attack was cricket's answer to the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse: War, Famine, Pestilence and Death. They'd starve the Aussie batsmen of runs before leaving them battered and bloodied, humbled and humiliated. So desperate was their plight that after Test player David Hookes had captained Joel 'Big Bird' Garner for South Australia (when Garner played there in 1982/83), Hookes urged the Australian Cricket Board (ACB) to consider tempting young West Indian pace aces to pledge their allegiance to the baggy green cap, the most sought after prize for an Aussie cricketer. But as it turned out, the ACB didn't need to look that far, because the answer to Australian cricket's numerous prayers was in the wheat belt of western New South Wales, bowling his heart out at an old fuel drum.

McGrath remembers the ascendancy of the West Indies during the 1980s, but it was the grit of the opposing Australian captain that inspired him. 'The Windies was an awesome team, and while I remember the '80s as a tough time for Australian cricket, I also remember listening to the radio as we'd drive along and Allan Border was batting,' says McGrath. 'He was brave. Border stood up to numerous challenges and my dream was to play alongside him. So I trained and I dreamed.'

Bev was her son's greatest supporter, but there were others who believed he should concentrate on basketball. He was certainly built for it - skinny as a garden rake, he already stood well over six feet. Very few people in Narromine thought the lad had much ability, if any, as a bowler. Indeed, his summer Saturdays playing cricket were whiled away deep in the outfield, well away from the action. Shane Horsburgh, McGrath's first captain at the Backwater Cricket Club under -16s, joked that a broomstick had more talent than Glenn. McGrath had a strong arm and an ability to slog the ball, but the boy's main role in the side seemed to be simply to make up the numbers. Almost 21 years later, Mark Munro, the star bowler from that under 16s team, reminisced over a cold drink about the nature of those long-gone games and McGrath's wayward bowling. ‘Glenn was just too erratic,' he says.

Glenn McGrath, the boy who couldn't bowl. But the boy who learned to bowl, improving his accuracy during his lonely training sessions, never bothering to tell anyone - Bev included - the reason he spent those hours fine tuning his style was that he knew one day he'd play for Australia. It was as certain for him as the fact that the sunrise would bring the promise of even more back-breaking labour. His long hours were inspired by some words of wisdom the South African golfer Gary Player once offered a supporter who wished he could hit the ball like a player. 'Go hit a thousand balls a day and you will,' was champion's reply.

'It's about dedication,' McGrath says. 'When you know what you want to do, where you want to go, it's up to you to put it all in place.'

On that distant evening, the 16-year-old McGrath limbered up in the near-darkness. While his every muscle screeched agony at the prospect of more physical activity, the boy walked towards the mark from where he'd start his long run-up. Many thoughts swirled through his head, including the jobs that were still ahead of him and his brother, and, more despairingly, the ever widening cracks in his parents' marriage. There was little he could do to change the course in which his mother and father were headed. Donna, McGrath's younger sister, says _ their parents' eventual divorce made the three children stronger. ‘And it makes you stronger in many ways because you have to live with it.

When McGrath finally turned to face the 44-gallon drum, he entered a world in which he was dressed in pristine cricket whites and standing on the hallowed Sydney Cricket Ground (SCG) with the likes of his hero, Dennis Lillee, and champion wicketkeeper Rodney Marsh. He had only ever seen the SCG on television, but it was there before him in the Narromine paddock; his mind's eye marvelled at the large, Aussie-flag­waving crowd in the stands. McGrath imagined that he gripped not a war-weary ball but a shiny red Kookaburra six-stitcher. The order from Allan Border to get an early breakthrough against the West Indies rang in his ears. As he commenced his run from the Bradman Stand end, his head buzzed with commentary by Richie Benaud.

'The debutant prepares for his first delivery in Test cricket. Desmond Haynes on strike; the rookie from the Australian outback versus the West Indian master. I must say, the newcomer looks confident. He was known as 'the boy who couldn't bowl' when he lived in outback Narromine ... Let's see what he's got ... '

McGrath was oblivious to the dust blasts his feet kicked up with each strong and measured step that carried him towards the popping crease. He didn't see the remnants of the wheat crop bow in the breeze or the kangaroos in the top paddock. He didn't even hear the screeches of the cockatoos as they scrambled back to their trees, the cicadas' chant or the bull belching and bellowing. His focus was fixed firmly on the target 22 yards away. But as was always the case, the boy didn't see a simple drum: instead Haynes stood before him, sleek and elegant as he tapped his bat on the pitch in anticipation of that first delivery. Soon it would be the great Viv Richards on strike, and then the frightening fast bowler Michael Holding would be trying to keep the Windies' tail alive in the face of the boy's one-man assault on the 'Calypso Kings'.

Benaud's commentary continued. 'He bowls a beautifully pitched delivery. It's bang on target ... BOWLED HIM! My goodness, the middle stump is cart wheeling back towards the wicket keeper. I haven't seen that since the days of the great Wes Hall. A wicket with his first delivery - welcome to Test cricket, MGrath!'

Destiny dictated that, in time, Glenn McGrath would single- handedly take the fight to the great West Indians; he would become the game's most successful fast bowler; his name would be revered in Australian sport and at cricket grounds around the globe; and he would one day destroy England at Lord's, the of the noble game. But in the meantime, he continued to dream and prepare himself for the day opportunity knocked.

And on this particular evening, Australia's latest backyard cricketing hero was snapped back to reality by the sound of

His mother calling out for the umpteenth time that dinner was on the table. It was dark but he picked up the ball for one last delivery. The ‘Master Blaster' Viv Richards was on strike. It was up to him - the boy who couldn't bowl - to tame him before tea.

2. Answer the questions given below

1. God’s grandeur was alluring, but Glenn was determined to finish his final 'job' of the day.

(a) What was this job?

(b) What does this reveal about his personality?

2. McGrath difficult childhood turned out to be the training ground for McGrath. Elaborate.
3. When Dale say, “I liked to stir him up. But Glenn could always find something—a bit of rock, some fibro or a golf ball - and nine times out of ten he'd hit me.'

(a) What is he implying?

(b) What is the co-relation of the statement to Glenn becoming a celebrity?
4. What was Glenn’s growing up mantra? How would it serve him well in later life?
5. Glenn showed the signs of a sportsman in the making. Justify.
6. McGrath was a child of Australian cricket's last great depression. Explain.
7. What does McGrath imply when he says, ‘'It's about dedication’?
8. Richie Benaud’s commentary paid a befitting compliment to young Glenn. What was it?
9. McGrath’s success is a typical story of a child dreaming; and realizing all his dreams. Do you agree with this statement? Why?

3. Write a biography about the person you think deserves the title “All-Time Greatest Sports Figure.”

4. Madame Tussauds in London with branches in a number of major cities. It was founded by wax sculptor Marie Tussaud. Madame Tussauds is a major tourist attraction in London, displaying waxworks of historical and royal figures, film stars, sports stars and famous murderers. Madame Tussauds, London has invited nominations for the wax statute of a sports person. Suggest who you feel deserves the honour and why? Ensure the wax statue of the person is not already there.

David Beckham at Madame Tussauds

Madame Tussauds, London

5. Sports Personalities in Advertising

Reflect , discuss and create

Discuss in small groups

    • Who are your favourite athletes? Do they ever appear in advertisements? What products are advertised?

    • Have you bought product just because your sports hero is the brand ambassador for that product?

    • Who are the types of groups that advertisers want to attract?

    • Mention some sports stars and what products would you want them to endorse? Give reasons.

    • Would you like to see more of your sports stars endorsing products?

    • Do you think if such celebrities endorse a social cause—blood donation, no smoking, paying taxes, for endangered wild life etc it would have a better effect?

    • Create an advertisement with your favourite sports hero.

Language Study

The Simple Present and Present Progressive

  1. The Simple Present Tense:

a. Expresses a habit or often repeated action. Adverbs of frequency such as, often, seldom, sometimes, never, etc. are used with this tense

Example: She goes to school everyday

b. This tense also expresses general truths or facts that are timeless.

Example: Water boils at 100 degrees Celsius

  1. The Present Progressive:

a. This tense is used to describe an action that is occurring right now (at this moment, today, this year, etc.). The action has begun and is still in progress

Example: He is studying right now

b. The present progressive can also be used to describe an action that is occurring in the present, but is temporary.

Example: Mita is playing out right now, but shall be here later

The Simple Present and the Present Progressive are often used in commentaries on events taking place at the moment, particularly on radio and television. In such cases, the Simple Present is used to describe rapid actions completed at the moment of speaking and the Present Progressive is used to describe longer-lasting actions:

  • 'The debutant prepares for his first delivery in Test cricket. Desmond Haynes on strike; the rookie from the Australian outback versus the West Indian master. I must say, the newcomer looks confident. He was known as 'the boy who couldn't bowl' when he lived in outback Narromine ... Let's see what he's got ... '

  • 'He bowls a beautifully pitched delivery. It's bang on target ... BOWLED HIM! My goodness, the middle stump is cart wheeling back towards the wicket keeper. I haven't seen that since the days of the great Wes Hall. A wicket with his first delivery - welcome to Test cricket, MGrath!'


In This Photo: Andy Ram(Bottom), Michael Llodra (L), Arnaud Clement(R)

. You are watching a cricket match. Describe what’s happening, to your friend, on the phone in about six sentences.

7. Listening

Look at the picture.

  • Where are the children playing?

  • W

    hat are they using as wickets?

  • Is it easy to play cricket like this?

  • What are the risks that they face?

  • What is the risk to people around them?

Now listen to a poem about street cricket. The name is ‘SIX AND OUT (A Street Impression) by G.D. Martineau and answer the questions given below
On the basis of your listening of the poem, tick the best option
1. The children are playing………………. on……………….

a. baseball/ ground

b. cricket/ ground

c. cricket/ road

2. The ‘motor vans and bakers’ carts disturb the game by……….

a. honking on the road

b. causing accidents

c. crossing the road

3. ‘The lamp-post’s slender stem,’ is being used as

a. wickets

b. boundary wall

c. a bat
4. ‘Harsh circumstancehere implies………

a. unkind conditions

b. rude people

c. onlookers
5. The game was disrupted because…………

a. It was late evening

b. they broke a glass

c. people were shouting at them.

6. The title of the poem ‘Six and Out’ because……….

a. all players hit a six

b. all players are bowled out

c. these are cricketing terms

7. ‘The law’s majestic tread’ means……………

        1. arrival of angry mob

        2. arrival of policeman

        3. coming of traffic

8. The tone of the poem is…………………..

a. happy

b. sad

c. angry

8. Read this biography and work out the tasks given below

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