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Surreal is the perfect word my friend.
I am still trying to digest it all. I'm still trying to come to terms with the fact that it isn't just a bad dream.
Well known people die often and sadly, like Phil, some do so far too early.
But to me, this is different. Deeper. More personal.
Not because I knew Phil Hughes, or idolized him.
I think it's because I've had a lifelong love affair with cricket. Followed it for 45 years and played it for over 25. It's allured me, and frustrated me, teased me and tested me. It's brought out both the best in me and (sadly) the worst in me.
I've had tremendous highs both playing and following this game and the associated lows as well.
But now I've seen someone lose their life at the crease. Someone young, someone talented (although the talent level is irrelevant to me to be honest) and someone with so much ahead of him.
I'm not used to cricket claiming a life. I'm struggling to deal with it and process it. It doesn't seem real, it doesn't seem possible.
For heaven's sake, cricket doesn't kill people.
The real pain is being felt by those close to Phil Hughes. His family, his friends. Those who loved him and deeply cared about him.
So it's not about me. I have only written the above to try to explain what a strange, sad and confusing place this has thrown me into. Somewhere I can't recall being before in my life.
I'm really struggling to be interested in the game at present. Or discussion about the game. Or even discussion about Phil's passing or its ramifications.
I don't know if I can view the game of cricket in quite the same way ever again.
I feel the same and I've never played (except in the backyard). It's not easy to digest the fact that the game you love has killed someone. This feeling must be magnified 100 times for the players.
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