This wasn’t a game you invest an evening in, and feel bad about later. I invested 4 balls, and I’m feeling bad about it.
The beer glasses swayed, there was hope in them, the peoples felt there was a chance, they swayed. I stood, TV on mute, am on mute, swayed. There’s a chance. What was it 5 of 3? Gayle was still, but he swayed too, that bemused look, we can close it.
That’s the good part of the Windies, the hope, it lingers, it sways, in spite of the cricket. With 2 wickets, 12 of 6, Sammy could have been the man – it just wasn’t his match.
The Windies lost by one run. Botha should be the man of the match; made some runs, got that Pollard’s wicket (if you can bowl slow, call yourself a spinner, you will too).
And I listen to Sway now.