Showing posts with label Lord's. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lord's. Show all posts

July 27, 2011

When did you know about Lord's

By now you’d think the Lord’s defeat was an open secret. I made an Early Bored Call at Reverse Swept Radio – “India will win Lord’s” around the 8th minute. To add some levity I also predicted India will win 4-0 along with a SRT 100.

Quite a few bloggers called Lord’s. Why don’t journalists make such calls?

When do you think India knew they were going to lose – when they saw the previous records and scorecards? After the ‘make it large’ spoof ads? After Zaheer walked away? When Yuvraj walked in? When Amit Mishra came on? When Saha came on, did Saha come on? How many extras can you have on the field before you realize, this is not the team I went in with? When MSD bowled? When Kapil Dev mocked him for making a mockery? When Raina bowled?

When Dravid was dismissed on the fifth morning. And flung his bat at an imaginary fly. He knew. It was good enough for me.

So is it correct to say that Dravid lost us the game for he was the only one who could have saved us?

August 11, 2009

Freddie’s farewell was Lord’s

If he bowls anymore, it’ll be a farewell to arms, and other limbs.

Mind goes back to Kumble’s last ball in test cricket; it was over-pitched, driven down the ground for four.

Flintoff, much like Kumble, will flex his face and contort you into believing he’s giving it more than 100%. Often that’s true.

It’s such a shame then that also in view is the bowling arm, not going through fully, pushing that ball down leg. And in Freddie’s case, you can’t compare the mid 80s to a 92 mph delivery, or Lord’s to the slavery of Edgbaston.

But that’s over and done with.

Flintoff will play at the Oval. He should, even on one leg. If I was king, I’d make an even half fit Freddie open the bowling.

Even if it’s just for a Shoiab spell of 2-3 overs, hit the Aussies hard, with Mr Big. After that, save Freddie for Ponting.

Restructure the batting order to accommodate Freddie higher up – he was in some batting form, use his last two innings, greedily.

Make Freddie feel like captain. What, let him feel like God. Have him play the crowds, rouse the ruffians, set loose London on the enemy.

If Lord’s was Freddie’s farewell, make the Oval his resurrection.

It’s a one-time thing. Make us believe. But before that guys, believe in yourself.

It’s London again.

July 23, 2009

Freddy Steady Go!

Like Ian Andersen on one good leg
Coming down Lord’s hill like one big keg
What you gonna do little Aussie?
What you gonna do?
Here he comes, he comes for you,
Ninety two miles an hour
While up there sits a thin-lipped Andy Flower
Freddy Steady Go!
Freddy Unsteady Go!

No, not quite, not quite
Here he comes, he comes for you,
What you gonna do little Aussie?
What you gonna do?
Ninety two miles an hour
Short and in the face
Out to annihilate the human race
That’s cheating, too heavy too fast
Too many overs, too many overs unchanged
How did he bowl more than four?
What we gonna do, what we gonna score!
Here he comes
He comes for you
Freddy Steady Go!

Such a big bulk of a man
The earth must hurt as he trudges in
He will, gonna breakdown
He will, gonna meltdown
This man don’t belong, not to now
He be some early descendant of the Ape
Will you look at that ball and shape
Ninety two miles an hour
Here he comes
He comes for you
What you gonna do Little Aussie?
What you gonna do?
It’s Freddie. Steady. Go!

Bill Lawry: He’s GAAAAWN!

July 21, 2009

Thank you Freddie, for having Australia before lunch.

There is a taste to a session, how it unravels, the way the fielders move, who bowls first up – Yeah, Flintoff was there. No chances, new ball at Australia, new day at them too.

Australia wanted to score, but they could barely breathe. Asphyxiation a third party sport, if you watched, there was no way you weren’t sucked in.

And Freddie ballet man, after each wicket, down on a knee, applause! - there was no final curtain – it was encore after encore.

Such heavy balls he bowled, it wasn’t just speeds of 92 mph, it was the weight of each delivery – Clarke and Haddin, merrymakers till last night, badly hung-over now.

The day was seized, and we watched Flintoff seize each moment of the little day – what the devil got into him now?

Can he survive the next test, does that matter – Flintoff has won Lord’s, broken the 75 year old Voodoo, so let him go lounge.

Could you please make Sir Freddie a drink, he is thirsty. Earlier he was hungry and had Australia.

July 19, 2009

The 6th and 7th Day of a test match.

In times when a 5 day test is like four days and 50 overs too many, appears I’m getting ahead of myself with the idea of a 6th and 7th day test. It’s like this: I wake up late Sunday morning thinking about poor England, and how it could possibly rain on their Lord’s dreams – if they haven’t won a test versus Australia in more than 70 years here, you think much is going to change in the next two days?

The fickle English weather has reared its ugly head through the series – only last night, on the 2nd evening again. Looks like the weather will mess with England again – we’re talking 6 sessions now, but that could quite easily become 4, at best 4 ½. Of course, on the face of it, surviving 4 should be easier than 6, but if the rains are sporadic, they could mess with Australia too – on and off, and here you again, on and off again.

Not that easy to concentrate, is it? Take your guard again. Put your thinking helmet on again. Loosen those legs again. Get warmed up again. As for England, the timing of the rains could be a heaven-sent, esp. for Freddie Flintoff. He could bowl a few, and then retire to his chambers. And then blast away a few and go drink a Mojito.

But let’s look at the not so romantic – if the test is washed out, and the result is a no-result. So we had five days, and it just didn’t quite work out, did it? I suggest in such cases, the match referee along with the umpires work out a solution – work for a result by compensating for time lost to the weather. So if we lose 40 overs in the first 5 days, let them make them up on a 6thday. But only do so, if they are convinced of a result.

Which takes us back to the 1st test at Cardiff – where we lost more than a few overs to the weather – and we were that close to a result? Bring on the 6th day.

Of course, you can argue, what if more than 90 overs are lost, do we bring on the 7th day – say, in a scenario where both teams are dismissed cheaply, but even six days cannot force a result. More than likely in the ongoing West Indies-Bangladesh test series. Where runs are at a premium and the two teams are highly discounted. I’d be forced to say, in this case make the test a 3 day game, and Lord have mercy – but 7 days is a tad too much, isn’t it? Or is it?

For heaven’s sake, it’s a whole week. And when you say 6 days, it’s still 6 days and not a week. They were playing from Friday the 6th to Friday the 13th. That’s all test cricket needs. So I’ll pass on the 7th day.

But here, when the laggards England, are on to something highly unlikely, I wish them good weather, and a real push at Oz. And if the Aussies overhaul 500, so be it. It is England they are playing, after all.


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