If only Phillip Hughes had connected with that pull shot. He would have been at the Gabba sporting that characteristically mischievous smile, and sweating it out with his teammates in training. It would be the eve of the opening Test against India, his first in over 18 months.

Michael Clarke would be on the sidelines nursing his hamstring but egging his ‘little brother’ on as he replaced him in the XI. Just like father Greg and the rest of the Hughes family back home.

Instead on Wednesday afternoon, they were all at the sports hall of the Macksville High School, some 450 km away from Brisbane. All of Phillip’s teammates were present. But they weren’t quite donning their official team training gear. In fact, they were decked in formal wear, some even in suits, with each hanging on tightly to their handkerchiefs. And Phillip lay motionless in a closed casket as Clarke stood reading his eulogy.

The rest of Australia stopped whatever it was doing, sat down, and grieved. The tears weren’t restricted to the sports hall in Macksville. They were being wiped away in lounge rooms, boardrooms, barrooms, classrooms and every cricket ground in the country. An entire nation wept and sniffled as friends and family recalled the affable country boy with an indelible passion for cricket and cattle, who was rudely snatched away from them last week.

The country’s collective gaze may have been on Macksville. But across the nation, Australians sat gazing within, reminiscing about the wonderful memories that Phillip Hughes had left them as a cricketer, as a person, as a mate and as a role model. Apart from his colleagues who had often found themselves at the receiving end of his pranks, in the crowd sat a number of those who the left-hander had idolized during his backyard matches with brother Jason as a young boy. From Brian Lara to Adam Gilchrist and his first Test captain, Ricky Ponting, who had cheered with such naked joy upon Phillip reaching his maiden Test hundred in Durban. In the front row were his family, father Greg, mother Virginia, brother Jason and sister Megan.
Emotionally draining 

In the emotionally draining week since he passed away last Thursday, Clarke has emerged as the face of the Phillip Hughes memorial drive. He’s often let his emotions get the better off him during that period on national television. And as he ascended the steps to read out his tribute, the incumbent Australian skipper broke down but then regained his composure to recall his fondest memories of a youngster he had taken under his wing a decade ago in Sydney. With Hughes passing, Australia has looked to have lost its soul. But like Clarke said, his ‘little brother’ will always remain in spirit.

“I keep looking for him. I know it is crazy but I expect any minute to take a call from him or to see his face pop around the corner. Is this what we call the spirit? If so, then his spirit is still with me. And I hope it never leaves,” he said.

“I stood there at the wicket (at SCG), I knelt down and touched the grass, I swear he was with me. Picking me up off my feet to check if I was okay. Telling me we just needed to dig in and get through to tea. Telling me off for that loose shot I played. Chatting about what movie we might watch that night. And then passing on a useless fact about cows. I could see him swagger back to the other end, grin at the bowler, and call me through for a run with such a booming voice, a bloke in the car park would hear it,” Clarke said.
Clarke had arrived in Macksville two days prior to the funeral and was one of the pall bearers along with fellow cricketers Aaron Finch and Tom Cooper. His was the final tribute of the afternoon, and he finished, even as his voice whimpered, by insisting that, “We must dig in and get through to tea. And we must play on.”

Before him came Jason, and he offered his homage to his younger brother by reading a touching letter addressed to him, and promising that he would take care of their parents and Phillip’s beloved Angus cattle. A letter in which he shared a number of incidents the brothers had shared growing up.

“Our backyard cricket battles were incredible. You always had to win and keep batting on for days. I bowled to you for hours and even though my body was sore and tired, I’m very glad that I played a major part in you achieving your dreams,” he read.
“You always had the good looks, you always had the hair, and who said you needed braces to have a smile? You never took a bad photo. I’ll miss all the messages just to check that you had the spelling right of the tricky and the not-so-tricky words,” he said before recalling the Hughes brothers’ last cricketing partnership at Pratten Park when Jason ended up taking a five-wicket haul after putting on 210 with Phillip.

Cousin Nino Ramunno, meanwhile, brought a brief smile to the faces with his witty recollections of Hughes’ introduction to cricket and his general goofiness.

“Phillip had little interest in cricket. After some debate and Jason’s suggestion that Phillip would be a ‘wuss’, Phillip agreed.” Phillip duly made 25 in his first match, batting as a tailender. Jason spent hours and hours trying to teach Phillip how to calculate his batting average - without success,” he said. Ramunno also spoke about the time his cousin had joined HomeBush Boys’ school yet came home on the first day with a long face and complained about there being no girls in his class.Then Elton John’s “Don’t let the Sun Go Down on Me” played as the casket was raised.

The funeral was broadcast in all the major cricket stadiums across the country. At the Adelaide Oval, Phillip’s adopted home over the last few years, a cricket bat and a soft-toy cow were placed on either side of the centre wicket, celebrating the two biggest loves of his life.

The historic scoreboard at the Oval, read “Vale Philip Hughes”, bidding adieu to a much-loved young man as the whole of Australia collectively wondered, ‘if only Philip Hughes had connected with that pull shot’.