Like history, Robin Uthappa repeats himself. He’s not one of those batsmen who invent ways to get out. He has trademarked his dismissal.
Today at the Sahara BCCI Corporate trophy (what a brilliant name) he tried to kill a bird, no a plane, no superman. He hooked, no pulled, no miss-timed one beyond the Ozone.
It didn’t go beyond the thirty yard circle. The keeper, whoever he was, gloved it.
Dravid, looked on from slip, like only he can, studiously, taking mental notes.
You can be sure Dravid will speak to Uthappa after the game. They are teammates after all, at Bangalore Royal Challengers.
Finally, all cricketers will be teammates. If not in the Blues, then in Tata Reds, India Cement, the IPL, erstwhile ICL, Warwickshire, Hong Kong Super Sixes, Beach cricket, Alpine cricket.
No wonder they call cricket a team sport.