Modern sports just don’t smell the same
By Andrew Sutherland, 30 Oct 2009 Andrew Sutherland is a Roar Expert
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It was interesting to discover on Celebrity Master Chef that Simon Katich cooks like he bats. There he was, eyes fixed on the recipe, whisking and fricasseeing away with the same precise, stilted movements employed for his legside flick and punched drive.
His wife should encourage him to make his own pizzas – twirling dough above his head may encourage him to use his shoulders more.
When batting, Katich uses the ball’s speed against itself and so has no interest in fancy flourishes. When the topping of his lemon curd layer cake didn’t set, he wasn’t concerned because it was the layers that counted.
And he got them just right.
More interestingly, we also found out he has no sense of smell. Without it he is unable to taste complex flavours. Usually this would be a liability for a decent cook, but apparently, if Matt Preston isn’t around, he uses his wife as a taste tester.
The role of smell in sport is very underrated.
Next to its dominant siblings, sight and hearing, it’s a sense that tends to go unnoticed in the sporting arena.
Smell is primal.
The fears being experienced by all animals are betrayed by the odours they emit. If a powerful adversary catches a whiff you are doomed. It will also give a nervous opponent confidence that they can defeat you.
An animal knows its prey is wounded because it can smell the blood.
The expressions “smell blood” and “getting a sniff” are now sporting ones.
Norman Mailer was big on smells because he personally experienced fearful soldiers and sportsmen emitting “the clammy odour of funk”.
So what do the fearless smell of?
Melbourne Storm founder John Ribot couldn’t describe it but knew when he had smelt it: “When you’ve been involved in a number of clubs for a long time you go into the dressing rooms and you can smell them, if they smell right. Our place certainly smelt right”.
It is alleged that sportsmen also smell just right to the opposite sex. Mailer’s term for it was “rut.”
To be locked into a rugby scrum full of all that funk, rut and blood would be almost unbearable. In cricket, though, opportunities for smelling your opponent are limited.
Ironically the two positions held by sniffless Simon, close-in fieldsman and opening batsman, give you the best chance.
During the Ashes series it was probably good if we didn’t pick up the aromas emananting from Andrew Flintoff (cortisone and Thwaites Original Ale), Stuart Broad (oatmeal facial scrub) and Graham Onions (onions).
And, of course, you don’t have to smell Ian Bell and Owais Shah to know they are nervous.
So there is a significant link between sport and smell but there are forces at work trying to break it.
The stench of mentholated liniment once defined the sports dressing room until it was replaced by ultrasound, massage and stretching.
Before big stadiums, smoking bans and ‘mid- strength’ (ie p*ss-weak) beer the smell of the crowd enriched the atmosphere of a game.
I remember in the 1980s running down the race (which has also disappeared – AFL players now run out along a strip of carpet laid in the underground carpark) into the pleasant aroma of Winfield Reds (no ultra light Holidays with photos of gangrene on the packet) and full strength beer (ok, it was only Fosters, but Belgian ale wasn’t around then).
You can’t seem to smell the grass any more, either.
It could be said that my enjoyment of sport is reliant on other people destroying their liver and the lungs of others. And yes, some of the forces against smell are improved sports medicine, good health and good manners.
But remember, smell is also the primary stimulator of memory.
Will the insipidly clean air (carbon minoxide notwithstanding) currently hovering over a sporting contest be enough for today’s children to evoke fond memories of the event in later life?
What hasn’t changed is the stench of battle once a sporting contest begins. As a player it’s impossible to ignore.
Unless you’re Simon Katich, of course.
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vinay verma said | October 30th 2009 @ 5:07am | Report comment
A very clever piece,Andrew..well written and flowing. I once lent my pullover to a shivering fieldsman and on getting it back recoiled at the stench emanating from it. Unfortunately it was not fit for wear and I had to burn it. More charred fluff than Ashes. This also happens sometimes on Airplanes. Beware the unwashed Zombie.
andrew said | October 30th 2009 @ 2:26pm | Report comment
Thanks Vinay,
You sound like someone who takes extreme measures: surely you could have hung the jumper on the line for a couple of days! Perhaps the smell had gone but your brain just wouldn’t let you forget it.
Michael C said | October 30th 2009 @ 9:18am | Report comment
…..so long as you can smell the four’n'twenty and some hot chips……that’s all that really matters.
Actually, thankfully AFL doesn’t much go down the fireworks path…..nothing worse than that smoke hanging around until quarter time!!
then there’s the smell of the equipment……like a new car smell…….the brand new cherry in cricket has a look/feel/smell sensory experience,
the new Sherrin in Aust Footy,
the way the cricket ball and footy change character across the course of the day/match, and soak up moisture or scuffs etc,
I’ve often wondered about the lack of leather romance in the modern plastic-fantastic soccer balls or rubber standard rugby balls……they just don’t smell the same.
Redb said | October 30th 2009 @ 2:44pm | Report comment
don’t forget the smell of jam filled donuts with sprinkled with sugar.
Pippinu said | October 30th 2009 @ 2:48pm | Report comment
Yes – my childhood memories of attending the footy are a mixture of the smells of cigarette smoke, pies, chips and chocolate (for some strange reason).
andrew said | October 30th 2009 @ 3:18pm | Report comment
Pippinu, perhaps they used to sell chocolate at the Western Oval.
andrew said | October 30th 2009 @ 3:10pm | Report comment
Michael,
You’re right about the four’n'twenty. That smell of 95% gravy, 5% gristle is one of the few iconic experiences left. Ahh yes and the smell of a new footy – I remember the umpires coming into the rooms with the two footballs for the captain to choose and all the players grabbing and smelling them (the footballs ,that is).
Although after finding a dead pig on my sister’s farm recently, the smell of leather has been making me feel a bit queasy. Unfortunately everything is synthetic now, including the jumpers.
Second hand car smells can be bit ordinary. When buying one I can’t help but stare at the driver’s seat and wonder.
And Michael, I’d keep an eye out for the store detective next time you’re checking out the cricket balls!
Chris said | October 30th 2009 @ 8:44pm | Report comment
“I’ve often wondered about the lack of leather romance in the modern plastic-fantastic soccer balls or rubber standard rugby balls……they just don’t smell the same.”
As a rugby fan I can assure you we get just as excited about the smell of a new Gilbert or Steeden as you do about a new Sherrin.
I do wonder how soccer fans cope – as they never actually get to hold the ball.