Chris Lewis

I meet Chris Lewis for his first media interview since his release from prison in the suite of a grand hotel on London’s Park Lane. But the luxurious setting is deceptive.

Two weeks after the former cricket star walked away from Hollesley Bay Prison in Suffolk after serving less than half of a 13-year sentence for drug smuggling, Lewis has no income, and is reliant on the kindness of friends and family for lodgings and food.

Arranged through the Professional Cricketers’ Association (PCA), which is helping the 47-year-old adjust to life as a free man, Lewis has travelled here from Willesden by bus, aware he needs to find a means of earning a living, and fast.

“Work, on a personal level, is important. I need to live,” he tells me, the athlete’s physique that made him such a threat with both bat and ball still intact, along with his broad smile. “I have been in jail for a long time and I need to organise my life and put it back in a place where it’s actually manageable. I want to do that and actually be of some real use.”

Lewis seems calm. Polite and softly spoken, there seems no anger or frustration at the years that have passed him by. His eyes light up as he recalls various cricketing memories.

The moment of his release, he explains, was “a little bit like wearing ill-fitting shoes for a long time and then finally taking them off,” adding: “It’s not so much about elation, more relief because being in jail can generate an awful lot of stress in many ways. But it’s not necessarily a day that you jump up and celebrate.”

It could all have been so different. Back in the 1990s, Lewis seemed to have it all. A supremely gifted player, but perhaps burdened by his status as ‘the next Ian Botham’, the former England all-rounder appeared in 32 Tests and 53 one-day internationals, his raw talent earning him the respect of cricketers everywhere.

Even now, it is instructive to hear Ashes hero Andrew Flintoff refer to current player Ben Stokes as “the best England all-rounder since Chris Lewis”.

Lewis modestly denies such comparisons. When I ask him if he was a better player than Flintoff, he diplomatically defers to the statistics – Flintoff’s are significantly better.  But what a player Lewis was.

The problem was, despite the bravado and charm for which he was known, Lewis struggled to adapt to normal life after cricket, and in 2009 he hit rock bottom, convicted of smuggling liquid cocaine with a street value of £140,000 into Britain from Caribbean island St Lucia.

He became, he says, “a little bit lost… ultimately I got myself in a place where financially, and probably emotionally, I wasn’t in a good place. From that place I made really bad decisions.”

One should not feel sympathy for Lewis. The families of those affected by the kind of drugs he was trying to import will tell you he deserved all he got. His actions were as dim-witted as they were deplorable. But for a cricketer who always came across as slightly troubled, it is easy to see how it all unravelled once the bright lights of his sporting career faded.

“There was perhaps a touch of anger, maybe a touch of disillusionment at the time,” Lewis says. “In order for me to take certain actions like that, I think I must have shut down half my brain.”

For a free spirit like Lewis, the loss of his liberty came as a profound shock. “It was the end,” he says. “At that moment it was unfathomable. But pretty soon afterwards after going back to my cell and having a cry you go: ‘I am going to have to deal with this.’

“Sometimes a typical day was 23 hours locked up. That was really challenging. You’re in a jail and there can be 1,000 men running around, testosterone, and everything else. It’s not exactly a holiday camp. It’s difficult, challenges do arise, but I think overall I have been treated reasonably.”

Lewis is reluctant to reveal too much about his experiences inside prison, aware that to delve too much into the past will affect his ability to rebuild his life, but it is telling that he describes himself as “calmer and happier” than before his imprisonment.

One of the ways Guyana-born Lewis hopes to rebuild his life is by using his time to speak to young cricketers – and those approaching retirement – about his experiences, helping them to avoid the pitfalls.

“Over the years I have picked up quite a bit of experience through many things and to use that to aid young professionals or young people within my community is something that I would love to do.

I started off as an inner-city kid and moved into a sport that is predominantly middle class and the challenges that go with that you don’t always appreciate. That’s a place I can be of use.”

Lewis admits he may not be ready to attend an Ashes match this summer. Instead, he says, he will just watch on TV. “The sort of readjusting I’m doing is readjusting to people. That process will take some time.”

I ask Lewis whether he resents the fact that had he played cricket today, he would almost certainly have been a millionaire. The modern game would have loved Lewis. The Indian Premier League (IPL) would have come calling, endorsements and sponsorship deals would have flowed. Does he wish his career had come 20 years later?

“No. I certainly wish I had been paid the same money that the guys are earning today,” he smiles. “But, to be honest, compared to working somewhere else, I thought I was reasonably well paid. There’s no need to be bitter about it. I think mistakes were made by me. I smile when I see IPL money. But I’m smiling in a positive way.”

Lewis was always seen as a player who did not quite live up to his potential. But maybe it is that relaxed, carefree attitude to life that now enables him to cope with his spectacular fall from grace.
It used to be said that for all his ability, Lewis regularly failed to deliver for his country. Now, more than ever, he needs to deliver for himself. This next innings is the most important of his life. – [BBC]