Damien Richard Martyn was born in Darwin on October 21, 1971. A tropical city, Darwin is a cricketing backwater. But if a
life of obscurity beckoned, Cyclone Tracy, which flattened Darwin on Christmas Eve 1974, killing more than 60 people, changed
all that. Surviving the five-hour ordeal by sheltering under the dining table, the Martyn family were later evacuated by
military plane to Perth where the change of scenery, if at first daunting (the family had lost everything), proved a godsend
for young Damien.
Glorying in its isolation, Perth has always tried that little bit harder to impress the rest of Australia, particularly on
the cricket field. Its grade competition is felt to be the strongest club competition in the world – a weekend ritual of
cut-throat cricket, strong language and even stronger drink. For the teenage Martyn, who felt stifled by the pressed shorts
and long sock-culture of Girrawheen High School, it was Elysium, and it wasn't long before he progressed through its ranks
to make his first-class debut for Western Australia.
Strong off back foot and front, he quickly developed into the most promising batsman of his generation, with a bullet-proof
cockiness to go with it. Australia does not tend to suppress confidence, however misplaced, and Martyn, who had already
captained Australia Under-19, suddenly found himself part of the much vaunted Academy, alongside Warne and Justin Langer.
A year after leaving, he made his Test debut at the age of 21, and a long and glittering career for state and country looked
certain. The portents proved inaccurate, and instead of sailing past the 50-cap mark, like his close friend Warne, Martyn had
played just 16 Tests up to the end of the 2001 Ashes series. If that spread is not uncommon in England, where players tend
to mature much later, it is a rarity in Australia, where wasted talent is scorned and rarely given a second chance.
The reasons for his lack of progress were mainly self-inflicted, and Martyn freely admits to squandering his early years
upon the altar of fast living and an even faster mouth. It was just such a combination that led to a brawl in a Brighton
nightclub during the 1993 Ashes tour, an incident that saw him sport a shiner for the rest of the trip. "Playing for Australia
at 21, you can go where you want and you get looked after, so there are a lot of late nights," he admitted. "The excesses got
worse and worse and you can't get away with that in sport. It took me three or four years to wake up to that fact."
Racy lifestyles will always be correlated with performance, and in the Second Test against South Africa, early in 1994, his
critics got their chance to establish a link. It was the middle match of the series and Australia needed 117 to go one up.
Instead a parochial Sydney crowd saw them lose by five runs. Martyn's role in the failure was centre stage. Having scored just
six runs in an hour and three-quarters, he succumbed to the pressure, lofting a loose drive to cover with just seven runs
needed. As mistakes go it was a howler, but the six-year snub that followed cannot have been entirely due to the stroke.
He had, after all, scored 59 in the first innings.
A period of self-pity began, and it was during this interval, as his form for Western Australia declined, that he set up
a travel company and almost quit the game. Fortunately, a double-century against Tasmania in March 1996, along with the careful
cajolings of Wayne Clark, then the Western Australia coach and now in charge at Yorkshire, rekindled his desire. When he did
get picked again for Australia, for the 1999-2000 series against New Zealand, his mother had to rummage around in the attic
to find his baggy green cap. On the form he showed last summer, it should be some time before it goes back there.