In a way that’s a misnomer. In Delhi, most backyard games are frontyard games.
Like this one across the road. They’re playing for me, my camera and to reduce the static.
Now, I don’t know this kid or if he schools, but he plays more cricket than average kids his age.
He even has in his employment an older boy to play with him.
One he throws balls and tantrums at. Think this kid is a little like Greg Chappell was in his backyard. Ian will vouch for that. He’s looking for a voucher right now.
Anyway one time this kid flung the bat, cheated, yelled, all in the course of a few balls. His employee walked out, SMG would’ve been proud.
But the kid sweet talked him into playing again. He even feigned remorse, some Lacoste tears, and the general SreeSanth hamper.
Soon they were playing again. I couldn’t care less.
Then today, I started to care a little.
The sun was good, and I was out, looking down on them, their lack of ethics etc.
Then the camera forgave them. No need for Farooq Enginner.
Some observations: the kid bats a few feet outside his wicket (that when their pitch is but a few feet). The kid bowls middle-leg stump line, short of length, knocking his employee’s nuts.
Before bowling he tosses the ball up, and knocks it over the neighbour’s wall. He then runs to fetch it. A stray dog looks on. He doesn’t know how to fetch it.
They break for lunch.
The kid returns in all whites, SMG would have been proud. From a distance I cannot tell whether his sweater bears the BCCI crest.
I break for lunch.
Bored Cricket Crazy Indians.com (BCC!) is at lunch. Be back.
back after a fetch
not another tantrum
