Well, God bless Nathan Lyon. I felt for him. He got 5
wickets in the first innings and then the collective goldfish did a circuit of
the bowl, fixed him with a googly stare and said: “Who are you? Remind me again why you're here?”
Then the collective elephant whispered: “If you don’t win this for us you will
will mess up the whole 'we're doing it for Phil/he's doing it for us' thing. You will have dishonoured the memory of Phillip Hughes and all we have achieved in this
game in his name. No pressure.”
Nathan has done the responsible thing, hair-wise, severing all
connections with the past. Warnie however has made me a liar and reintroduced
his hair to bleaching agents somewhere between Macksville and Adelaide. I can hardly complain at the return to sanity, though I was sort of looking forward to some on-going flabbergastion.
Poor Virat Kohli.
Back in 2001 on a proto-Batsy website I suggested that if we
were teaching human emotions through cricket, V.V.S. Laxman was an object
lesson in Dismay when he was caught out in Kolkata. I don’t remember now
how Laxman looked, but I suspect it was something like Kohli, who was a veritable powerpoint presentation in Distraught with an edge of Nausea.
For a team who famously reject the DRS, India sure get a lot
of dud decisions. They can only resort to the ancient and totally ineffectual
technology of the Stare. To be fair they are very good at it.
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