When I read about the rains in Bangalore, I was worried that we would have a split of points. Well it didnt rain and we still had points being divided. Only I wished it HAD rained so that I would not have lost a few valuable hours of my life tearing my hair out in frustration.
Don’t get me wrong. As a cricket-lover, what could be greater than witnessing a tightly fought tie? The ultimate winner is the game and all that crap. But this is the World Cup. And I am a jingoistic Indian fan. So seeing Pakistan making short work of tournament favorites Sri Lanka without breaking a sweat and then witnessing India huffing and puffing like a fat man in a sauna to hold England to a tie after scoring 338 runs was nothing short of traumatically depressing.
It’s not the fact that they tied that so got me hot under the collar, we will still qualify for the knock-outs given the format of the tournament. It was the purely lackadaisical attitude of the Indian team throughout the entire game, almost as if after the Sachin innings, they had put themselves in an autopilot mode. Munaf, who I expect would know the benefits of sliding his bat in deep, ran one run short off the last ball. Bowling badly or dropping catches are part and parcel of the game but the sheer amateurishness of this kind was something else—-and when you realize the game was tied, this could just as well have been the most defining moment of the game. I know that the ground is noisy and all that but I do not ever recall any keeper ever missing two fairly significant snicks like Dhoni did today, when two edges he had caught were not appealed for. It was almost as if the only thing some people can catch is the sound of jingling coins. And finally lesser the said of Bhajji’s reluctant one handed swipe at a Strauss mishit the better, it seems that our man’s “ungli mein tingli” has impacted his bowling and fielding in equally devastating measure. If there was one win for an Indian fan, it was the sight of Munaf taking evasive action against a Pietersen drive, like an aunty using her fish thaila to shield her head from an errant hit from the street cricketers, to find the ball hitting him and ballooning for one of the luckiest chikna catches you will ever see.
England are a very good team. Granted. But not a team that deserved to make 338 runs chasing against a tournament favorite. The fact that England got there is a severe indictment of our bowling, fielding and captaincy. Piyush Chawla bowled three good balls in his spell, one of which got Trott’s wicket, and sent in a series of half-trackers and over-pitched hit-mes and was actually lucky to escape with even that expensive spell of bowling. Harbhajan did not even bowl three good balls. And these are our second and first choice spinners. Really scary shit.
And now Ireland coming up. Come on India dikha do. Duniya ko hila do. Or at least hilao.