This is an attempt to capture the 2nd Test match between India and England at Trent Bridge. It contains all types - fascinating, forthright, funny, harsh, matter of the fact, amusing, meaningless - of tweets I came across during the Test match
Day - 1
Cricketer_Dan Daniel Brigham
So how long til us in the media start putting pressure on Cook to score some runs? I give it one more failure
Sajesh Sajesh
There is a cricket match. My manager is working from home. These two events may or may not be related.
BoredCricket BCC!
by goku_utd
Good to see that Bhajji has picked up where he left at Lord's
cricketwballs cricket with balls
Lalit Modi lives in the MRF blimp. #truefacts
the_topspin Lawrence Booth
Strauss throws it away - again. And England are in a spot of bother at 85-4...
bhogleharsha Harsha Bhogle
with sreesanth and praveen kumar the tradition of swing bowling is alive. it is movement not pace that troubles quality batsman
cricketaakash Aakash Chopra
Playing the swinging ball demands a lot of guesswork...regardless of d number of years you've practiced the craft...you still need to guess!
cricketwballs cricket with balls
Bell might have made more runs than most today, but he'll be blocking his future kids from ever lookin at this this on youtube.
sehwagology Sunny
by goku_utd
yuvi is just taking his afternoon nap. siesta time baby. #engvind
sehwagology Sunny
by goku_utd
somebody tell dhoni, its okay if they go for shots. don't give singles you moron. #engvind
goku_utd Dipankar
Good thing about Broad knock, our batsmen will have no excuses now. #engvind
cricketwballs cricket with balls
Fun fact time: Had Dravid batted first drop, he would have faced a ball quicker that he did opening the batting.
cricketaakash Aakash Chopra
Hint of uneven bounce on day 1 combined with prodigious movement off the surface...only two possible results, provided it doesn't rain!
venkatananth Venkat Ananth
India's brief for tomorrow: bat through the 3 sessions. May not be as easy as it sounds given the conditions etc, but a super opportunity
Day - 2
venkatananth Venkat Ananth
Sreesanth's bowling was so good yesterday that its almost as if the Ian Bell episode didn't happen. Until we're reminded by #Bobilli. Fail.
cricketwballs cricket with balls
BBC saying that Laxman must have a great bat, no, he's just fucking awesome. Laxman could time a drive with a used condom.
ESPNcricinfo ESPN Cricinfo
England 0 for 2 with the reviews. Asad Rauf maybe a candidate for man of the match.
Gulasahi Steve Dawson
Wow. VVS Laxman is a beast. Dude just took an Anderson delivery in the 'nads. Carried on like he'd just played it back down the pitch
the_topspin Lawrence Booth
Bumble making good point re Swann: we were told he was fine, just as we were told by Strauss that Tremlett would be fine for this game...
cricketwballs cricket with balls
Trott is on because Strauss likes watching Dravid late cut.
cricketwballs cricket with balls
Man of the series is now between the English and Indian Physio.
the_topspin Lawrence Booth
Yuvraj does his best to go the way of Raina, but KP spills it. He juggled the Mukund catch too yesterday...
ZaltzCricket Andy Zaltzman
by ESPNcricinfo
Raina and Yuvraj have played the short ball today with all the confidence of a zebra impersonator doing a gig in a lion enclosure.
the_topspin Lawrence Booth
Swann kicks off the bails. Though not quite as elegantly as Michael Holding 30 years ago in New Zealand...
piersmorgan Piers Morgan
Rahul Dravid has become the cricketing version of the Berlin Wall. Need to knock the damn thing down.
venkatananth Venkat Ananth
Plaha being Plaha failed to grease his bat with vaseline.
cricketwballs cricket with balls
Ian Bell is a bit over-qualified to be a nightwatchman.
cricketwballs cricket with balls
This Dravid press conference is turning into an epic. He'll need a change of gloves soon.
Day - 3
sport_oliver Oliver Brett
by TestMatchSofa
Would like to thank the @TestMatchSofa team for making yesterday so enjoyable. Hope I didn't make too much of an arse of myself
venkatananth Venkat Ananth
Yuvraj before Plaha? Ultimate insult.
knittins Nitin Sundar
by venkatananth
Thought this day couldn't get worse? Think again - @LalitKModi has resurfaced with his spam tweets.
venkatananth Venkat Ananth
Dudes, if you'll are waiting for that second new ball, might as well forfeit the Test match.
cricketwballs cricket with balls
Sreesanth bows to the crowd who have been abusing him, better than a send off.
stephenfry Stephen Fry
by Gulasahi
Dhoni transformed from dastardly villain to sporting hero in seconds. Hurrah for him and for test cricket. What human activity comes close?
gauravkapur gaurav kapur
Bell done Dhoni !
cricketwballs cricket with balls
Forget whether that was out or not, you should get wickets for balls like that.
venkatananth Venkat Ananth
Give me Aleem Dar for the next Test please. Aleem Dar and Asad Rauf. I hope we wouldn't be discussing the DRS then. Enough.
Day - 4
venkatananth Venkat Ananth
Dear @bhogleharsha, India are usually a bowler short with Harbhajan on the field and not when he's off it.
warne888 Shane Warne
Ball swinging lots today as it's very humid here at Trent Bridge... Very good bowling day...
the_topspin Lawrence Booth
India look a defeated side this morning: 73 runs in the first 11 overs...
AltCricket Alternative Cricket
by venkatananth
MIchael Holding has a point. You'd be embarrassed if you had to explain to someone that India are the no. 1 side in the world.
Cricketer_Dan Daniel Brigham
With every boundary England score another young Indian cricket fan sees T20 as the better option
andymcg_cricket Andrew McGlashan
by ESPNcricinfo
478 to win for India. If they bat the rest of the match they'll get them #engvind
the_topspin Lawrence Booth
Broad in this series is averaging 60 with the bat and 10 with the ball
ESPNcricinfo ESPN Cricinfo
It is suddenly the 90s all over again. Tendulkar playing some gorgeous shots, but the score is 37/4. #EngvInd
Nadir_Hassan Nadir Hassan
by venkatananth
This England side is scary. Two genuine all-rounders in Bresnan, Broad. Five excellent fast bowlers, best spinner, solid batting.
cricketwballs cricket with balls
Indians won't be leaving yet, Praveen and Bhajji batting together, how much fun will that be.
SpiceBoxofEarth Dileep Premachandran
by venkatananth
English fans should be down on their knees thanking the Lord for what happened to Stanford. Else, they'd be up the same shit creek.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Friday, July 29, 2011
THE 2000th TEST MATCH
Day 1: It is our habit. We won't start a series with a strong first day
By the time umpires called off first day's play, I started to get a feeling that MS Dhoni's decision to bowl first after winning the toss wasn't such an adventurous decision as everyone made us to believe. Rather it was a safe decision. Considering how sloppy and how much devoid of match practice we were in the field, it was a good thing that we were bowling. Bowling badly won't lose u a Test match. We would have been 8 down in those conditions if we were batting and that, almost certainly, would have what MSD thought. It turned out to England's day at the end with the loss of only 2 wickets but there is no reason that India will be unhappy with the situation. The only real concern was Zaheer Khan who went out of the field with what looked like a hamstring injury. It is not a pretty sight to watch your strike bowler pull up on the first day of the first Test match of a series where the No1 slot is at stake. India can still come back into this contest with early wickets tomorrow but their thinking process now will be different with the loss of Zaheer. Thinking positive is what makes a difference in close contests. Tomorrow will show if the No1 Test team has what it takes to fight what seems to be a collective gathering of Murphy's laws.
Day 2 : India are still in WestIndies
Just as in the last time India toured Kevin Pieterson started with a big score. The only difference was that he was in the form of his life them but was batting himself to form today. While KP and England pulped India to desperation, PK swung himself to the Lord's honours board, a proud achievement for someone who is said to be a misfit at Test level. India's bowling effort gave a feeling that they think they are still bowling against the mediocre WestIndies batsmen. England made a bold declaration at the end which will help to make sure that there will be a result in this Test. I can't see India winning this Test from here onwards with 3 days left, but then if winning was the only thing I was worried about, I wouldn't have been watching this game for the last 20 years.
Day 3: if they have KP, we have PK
The story of Rahul Dravid's life. At the end of the day some of my friends r talking about Praveen Kumar's 13 ball 16 as the innings which saved the follow on than the painstakingly compiled technically magnificent 103 from Dravid. England are firmly in driving seat by the end of the day. It would need an extra ordinary batting effort from the Indians to save this match, something which they are familiar with in the last 5 years.
Day 4 and Day 5: Bashed, battered and bruised
Day 4 and 5 of the Test followed the same pattern. Whenever India found either their collective strength or individual brilliance to make a peep hole opening, England, as is their wont, shut the door hard. Again and again. On day 4, Ishant Sharma's inspired spell opened the possibility of an even an Indian win, but Matt Prior and Stuard broad then scored enough runs as if they were playing in their backyard. On the last day, when several partnerships started to offer more resistance, England somehow found the right man for the right occasion to break them. As MSD said at the end of the match, whatever could go wrong, went wrong. India may take solace from the fact that they managed to drag the match to the final session despite the loss of their strike bowler on the first morning but deep inside their mind they know that, had England been more efficient with their catching and some contentious LBW decisions gone their way, the match would have been over by 4th day.
By the time umpires called off first day's play, I started to get a feeling that MS Dhoni's decision to bowl first after winning the toss wasn't such an adventurous decision as everyone made us to believe. Rather it was a safe decision. Considering how sloppy and how much devoid of match practice we were in the field, it was a good thing that we were bowling. Bowling badly won't lose u a Test match. We would have been 8 down in those conditions if we were batting and that, almost certainly, would have what MSD thought. It turned out to England's day at the end with the loss of only 2 wickets but there is no reason that India will be unhappy with the situation. The only real concern was Zaheer Khan who went out of the field with what looked like a hamstring injury. It is not a pretty sight to watch your strike bowler pull up on the first day of the first Test match of a series where the No1 slot is at stake. India can still come back into this contest with early wickets tomorrow but their thinking process now will be different with the loss of Zaheer. Thinking positive is what makes a difference in close contests. Tomorrow will show if the No1 Test team has what it takes to fight what seems to be a collective gathering of Murphy's laws.
Day 2 : India are still in WestIndies
Just as in the last time India toured Kevin Pieterson started with a big score. The only difference was that he was in the form of his life them but was batting himself to form today. While KP and England pulped India to desperation, PK swung himself to the Lord's honours board, a proud achievement for someone who is said to be a misfit at Test level. India's bowling effort gave a feeling that they think they are still bowling against the mediocre WestIndies batsmen. England made a bold declaration at the end which will help to make sure that there will be a result in this Test. I can't see India winning this Test from here onwards with 3 days left, but then if winning was the only thing I was worried about, I wouldn't have been watching this game for the last 20 years.
Day 3: if they have KP, we have PK
The story of Rahul Dravid's life. At the end of the day some of my friends r talking about Praveen Kumar's 13 ball 16 as the innings which saved the follow on than the painstakingly compiled technically magnificent 103 from Dravid. England are firmly in driving seat by the end of the day. It would need an extra ordinary batting effort from the Indians to save this match, something which they are familiar with in the last 5 years.
Day 4 and Day 5: Bashed, battered and bruised
Day 4 and 5 of the Test followed the same pattern. Whenever India found either their collective strength or individual brilliance to make a peep hole opening, England, as is their wont, shut the door hard. Again and again. On day 4, Ishant Sharma's inspired spell opened the possibility of an even an Indian win, but Matt Prior and Stuard broad then scored enough runs as if they were playing in their backyard. On the last day, when several partnerships started to offer more resistance, England somehow found the right man for the right occasion to break them. As MSD said at the end of the match, whatever could go wrong, went wrong. India may take solace from the fact that they managed to drag the match to the final session despite the loss of their strike bowler on the first morning but deep inside their mind they know that, had England been more efficient with their catching and some contentious LBW decisions gone their way, the match would have been over by 4th day.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Are you listening Merseyside..?
This is my first post in almost a year. The fact is that I was too tensed to write anything and jinx United’s chanced of winning the 19th title! Yeah, you read it right. There is a connection between a want-to-be-software-engineer (even after 6 years, that is!) in Bangalore and a millions-earning Wayne Rooney scoring goals in Manchester! Call this fan’s fanatical crap, and you can’t be far from truth! I wrote a post at the start of the season and Rooney almost quit Old Trafford!
Now with the title in bag, the Scousers beyond horizon in the points table, Stamford Bridge in absolute chaos, Eastlands learning that it is more difficult to handle success than failure, what better time to start writing again. It is a prelude to tonight’s title party, when the number 19 starts reverberating around the hallowed turf of Old Trafford.
It wasn’t an easy title to win by any means. The start of the season saw Chelsea pulling ahead of the pack, carrying the same form which saw them winning the title in the previous season while United were struggling to put a series of results, throwing leads at Fulham and Everton. As many as 4 teams were fighting for the title, although Manchester City were always going to be outsiders with a defensive manager at the helm. Chelsea were banging goals (and John Terry still banging team mates’ wives) when the biggest news of the season broke out, that Wayne Rooney wants to leave Manchester United because he thought United were lacking ambition to win trophies. Being in software industry, I have seen many tricks to get a pay hike, but this was beyond me too. Lack of ambition in a team which is winning titles for fun with the best manager in the world? You must have had a big hard hangover Wayne! Fans were understandably livid, the manager appeared down-cast and the club image in tatters. Then, even before I could collect all the dirty jokes about Rooney and publish in Facebook, he did a U-turn and signed a 5-year deal. Very good crisis management from Wayne Rooney.
From there onwards, United’s season took off. Slowly but steadily they got their aura back, despite a poor away record. They did just what is needed to win matches. No flamboyance, no bulldozing, just efficient heads-down-and-get-3-points attitude. Meantime Chelsea went into a winter slumber, Rooney’s moment of genius killed City’s fading title hopes and Arsenal’s bubble was always expected to implode when the ‘squeaky bum time’ arrives. There were moments when United looked down and out, at Blackpool and West Ham. But something is their DNA just won’t allow them to accept defeat when that appears the obvious outcome. Berbatov and Rooney got them out of trouble almost always, but they also had a lethal weapon in Hernandez. The little Mexican’s first season in England was nothing short of sensational. He popped up with important goals, whenever called upon. Fergie, the magician, has un-earthed one more gem, out of thin air.
“We will be just fine” was Fergie's response when the team dropped points at Newcasle, which showed his immense faith in the team and he believed that only an almighty muck up will prevent his side lift the trophy for a record 19th time. Chelsea’s late season form meant that it all came down to their showdown at Old Trafford. Fergie’s fledglings chose that game to produce their most assured performance of the season and Chelsea were blown away in the first half itself in magnificent fashion so much so that, even after three days, John Terry was unable to fathom what hit them. Fergie’s salute to the Stretford End at the end of the game showed that the title is coming back home and what it means for the head honcho.
It will be a carnival atmosphere tonight at Old Trafford and I just can’t wait to see Vidic lifting the coveted trophy. “To knock Liverpool of their fucking perch” announced a younger and fierier Ferguson 25 years ago and finally they have been well and truly knocked off. What better song than “Are you listening Merseyside..?” to sing tonight. It is going to be a truly memorable occasion.
Epilogue: Anyone who believes that winning the 19th title will make Sir Alex Ferguson’s to think about retirement is an idiot and doesn’t know how success is viewed at this club. At Manchester United success is a passing moment which is enjoyed for the shortest of time. The moment the trophy is put in the cabinet, the journey of excellence towards the next destination begins. There is a beautiful story in the book ‘Manchester United: The Biography’ by Jim White. The next morning after United won the Champions League, defeating Chelsea, in 2008 , Danny Welback, a 17 year member of United youth team slept through the alarm and missed the team bus, exhausted by the morning exertions. He had to scramble his way into a cab to meet up with the rest of the team at the airport. Just as they touched down in England, Welback was summoned to Sir Alex Ferguson’s office in Carrington to explain. At Manchester United, it never stops. Ever.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
FOR OUR SPORTING HEROES
August 15 again and let us pay tribute to all our sporting heroes on this 63rd Independence day. Those who picked up a bat or kicked a ball to make our lives look so much better. This article by Rohit Brijnath was written in 2008 before India's Test series against Australia, as a swan song to 5 of the best cricketers of our generation. Anil Kumble and Sourav Ganguly have already bid adieu but SRT, Dravid and Laxman still defy time to entertain us. We are privileged for the fact that we share the same time line with these heroes. I have cried every time I read this article for the pure emotion it contains. Dedicating this to all our sporting heroes..
http://www.cricinfo.com/magazine/content/story/372146.html
http://www.cricinfo.com/magazine/content/story/372146.html
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
TITLE NUMBER 19, BRING IT ON!
“I was part time at St Johnstone. In a reserve game against Airdrie I broke my eyebrow, cheekbone and nose and was out for months. They put this massive plaster cast on my face.After I came back from the injury I played three reserve games. We lost 8-1, 7-0 and 9-2. I said that’s it - I’m finished. I took out papers to emigrate to Canada.On the Friday (night before the match against Rangers), my brother’s girlfriend phoned up my manager at St Johnstone and told him I had the flu. But when I arrived home from a regular Friday night at the swimming baths with my mates, my mother tore into me and said, ‘I’ve had a telegram from your manager - get down to the telephone booth and call him. The manager said, ‘Report to the Bath Hotel tomorrow, you’re playing against Rangers’. I scored a hat trick and became the first player to do so against Rangers at Ibrox – it changed my life. I became a full time footballer in the summer and never looked back.”
Does this sound like it comes from a person with lot of self doubts? Wrong, he is now considered to be the epitome of determination and single mindedness. He is now 68 and the most celebrated football manager of modern era. He is the one who famously announced that his aim is to “knock Liverpool off their fucking perch”. He is the one who took the “Come back when you have 18” banner as a personal abuse and with a combination of non-paralleled arrogance and ruthlessness collected Manchester United’s 18th League crown in 2009. No prizes for guessing, he is none other than Sir Alex Ferguson.
The 2010 Premier League season looms large and the only thing which is sure in what is promising to be a season in which at least 5 teams claim to have title credentials, is that Sir Alex and his band of red devils will give an almighty fight to get that crown back to Old Trafford. Carlo Ancelotti had a tremendous first season with Chelsea in which he bagged the double but so had Jose Mourinho when he landed in Stamford Bridge. In fact one of Ferguson’s main traits over the last 21 years has been his will and guile to outlast, out-think and out-manage his rivals. From George Graham to Arsene Wenger, from Rafa Benitez to Jose Mourinho, the United head honcho has seen all of them coming and wrestle with him, some miserably some successfully, but has had the last laugh invariably. Add Ancelotti to that list and another mouthwatering season awaits us.
Winning that title number 19 is very much embedded in his genes and all the rumors about him retiring can wait until the goal is achieved. After all he has delivered most of his promises over the last 21 years. We can safely assume that knocking Liverpool of their fucking perch will be on top is his promise list. Bring it on
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
See it. Hit it. Forget it.
“Stand and deliver” Sunil Gavaskar shouted on air in his typically patriotic voice when Virendar Sehwag clobbered one over extra cover during his brutally entertaining 293 against Srilanka. But he forgot to mention another important aspect of his effervescent batting, a bout of amnesia to forget everything which has happened. It should have been “stand, deliver and forget”. The secret of his batting lies in neither in his backlift nor in his batspeed, but it is in his uncluttered mind with a simple thought process: see the ball, hit the ball. Easier said than done, of course, but not for Viru. Who else will try to club (and succeed) Saqlain Mustaq over midwicket for a six to get triple hundred after having failed to do so while on 195 hardly 2 months before. The beauty of Sehwag’s batsmanship is keeping simple things simpler than most other batsmen are able to even imagine.
Critics say he is a flat track bully. My answer: His first six centuries came against six different opponents in 5 different countries. They accuse him to have no footwork and only hand eye co-ordination. My answer: You don’t score triple centuries for fun with only hand eye co-ordination. They try to prove that bowling standards have come down. My answer: He has dismantled every bowler in sight, from Mills to McGrath, from Aktar to Anderson, from Murali to Malinga. They substantiate that he knows only one way to bat. My answer: Get an old DVD of his match saving 154 against Australia in Adelaide 2008. They blabber that he throws his wicket away too often. My answer: Look at the number of Test matches he won singlehandedly.
Sehwag’s influence is not merely winning matches for India. His mere presence in the team affects the way opposition thinks. No score is considered safe, no boundary is deemed too big, no bowler is seemed capable of dismissing him. He even forces his teammates to believe in themselves. After England set a stiff target of 387 on a deteriorating pitch in the 2008 Chennai Test match, no one in either side believed that an Indian victory is possible, except Sehwag. He came out all guns blazing to race to 83 in no time which included 11 fours and 4 sixes. After that carnage what India needed was a cool head on a stable shoulder and Sachin Tendulkar duly obliged with one of his masterpieces which he dedicated for the terror stricken people of Mumbai. But what made it possible was Sehwag’s cameo which made English shoulders to drop and Indian spirits to soar. Barring only Viv Richards, there has never been anyone like Sehwag who thrives on with each challenge however impossible it is. While Viv, with his brand of exuberant batsmanship, tried to emancipate the West Indian minds from colonial slavery, Sehwag tries to give wings to his own free soul.
Our cricketing lore has always been rich with batting greats. Even when the team was failing miserably we used to romanticize the deeds of our great batsmen. Only recently our team started to convert individual contribution to collective success consistently and Sehwag is inarguably one of the important cogs in that wheel of success. Shewag can be definitely bracketed with the elite company of CK Naydu, Lala Amarnath, Vijay Hazare, Gundappa vishwanath, Sunil Gavaskar, Sachin Tendulkar and Rahul Dravid, though his relative impact to Indian cricket is open to debate. His position in the pantheon of Indian cricket’s batting greats is firmly in place and sky is the limit for this free-flowing explosive batsman. It takes some efforts to better a batting average of 54 and a strike rate of 81, but Sehwag will definitely be embracing that challenge with all the vigour, which promises exciting times indeed!
Sehwag’s influence is not merely winning matches for India. His mere presence in the team affects the way opposition thinks. No score is considered safe, no boundary is deemed too big, no bowler is seemed capable of dismissing him. He even forces his teammates to believe in themselves. After England set a stiff target of 387 on a deteriorating pitch in the 2008 Chennai Test match, no one in either side believed that an Indian victory is possible, except Sehwag. He came out all guns blazing to race to 83 in no time which included 11 fours and 4 sixes. After that carnage what India needed was a cool head on a stable shoulder and Sachin Tendulkar duly obliged with one of his masterpieces which he dedicated for the terror stricken people of Mumbai. But what made it possible was Sehwag’s cameo which made English shoulders to drop and Indian spirits to soar. Barring only Viv Richards, there has never been anyone like Sehwag who thrives on with each challenge however impossible it is. While Viv, with his brand of exuberant batsmanship, tried to emancipate the West Indian minds from colonial slavery, Sehwag tries to give wings to his own free soul.
Our cricketing lore has always been rich with batting greats. Even when the team was failing miserably we used to romanticize the deeds of our great batsmen. Only recently our team started to convert individual contribution to collective success consistently and Sehwag is inarguably one of the important cogs in that wheel of success. Shewag can be definitely bracketed with the elite company of CK Naydu, Lala Amarnath, Vijay Hazare, Gundappa vishwanath, Sunil Gavaskar, Sachin Tendulkar and Rahul Dravid, though his relative impact to Indian cricket is open to debate. His position in the pantheon of Indian cricket’s batting greats is firmly in place and sky is the limit for this free-flowing explosive batsman. It takes some efforts to better a batting average of 54 and a strike rate of 81, but Sehwag will definitely be embracing that challenge with all the vigour, which promises exciting times indeed!
Saturday, February 6, 2010
The Flowers of Manchester
Feb 6th today. A fateful day in the history of Manchester United. Found these wonderful lines and posting it here. May their souls Rest In Peace
The Flowers of Manchester
One cold and bitter Thursday in Munich, Germany,
Eight great football stalwarts conceded victory,
Eight men will never play again who met destruction there,
The flowers of English football, the flowers of Manchester
Matt Busby’s boys were flying, returning from Belgrade,
This great United family, all masters of their trade,
The pilot of the aircraft, the skipper Captain Thain,
Three times they tried to take off and twice turned back again.
The third time down the runaway disaster followed close,
There was slush upon that runaway and the aircraft never rose,
It ploughed into the marshy ground, it broke, it overturned.
And eight of the team were killed as the blazing wreckage burned.
Roger Byrne and Tommy Taylor who were capped for England’s side.
And Ireland’s Billy Whelan and England’s Geoff Bent died,
Mark Jones and Eddie Colman, and David Pegg also,
They all lost their lives as it ploughed on through the snow.
Big Duncan he went too, with an injury to his brain,
And Ireland’s brave Jack Blanchflower will never play again,
The great Matt Busby lay there, the father of his team
Three long months passed by before he saw his team again.
The trainer, coach and secretary, and a member of the crew,
Also eight sporting journalists who with United flew,
and one of them Big Swifty, who we will ne’er forget,
the finest English ‘keeper that ever graced the net.
Oh, England’s finest football team its record truly great,
its proud successes mocked by a cruel turn of fate.
Eight men will never play again, who met destruction there,
The Flowers of English Football…..
The Flowers of Manchester
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
WISHLIST - 2010
1) India plays more Test matches. India gloriously achieved the No.1 status in Test cricket last year and BCCI responded with arranging more Test matches for this year. Playing only 2 Test matches for the entire year is ridiculous. Everyone is predicting the death of Test cricket in the coming years but the kind of Tests we had in last year at Sydney, Napier, Centurion and Cardiff suggest otherwise, and it is exciting that India, South Africa and Srilanka tussle it out for supremacy in Test cricket.
2) Manchester United buys someone to replace Cristiano Ronaldo. 80M Pounds in the bank account sounds good only when the team is doing well. There is no doubt that Utd are missing CR7 and his creativity, and the number of draws is the proof for that. They badly need an impact player which CR7 was. Only such a player can win matches against teams which come to OT and park their defensive bus in front of the goal. It is only January and Utd has already lost 5 matches, which is more than what they lost in the entire season last time and they have lost some of their Old Trafford aura.
3) Rafael Nadal gets back to his marauding ways. It was exhilarating to watch him and Federer exchanging punches and counter punches in four consecutive Grandslam finals.
4) England wins the world cup. This is the year of World cup and South Africa – 2010 sounds mouthwatering. With Rooney, Lampard, Gerrard, Defoe, Crouch, Ferdinand and Carraghar, this appears England’s best chance in the last 20 years. It is appalling that England which has the most watched and most efficient Football league in the world has won the Worldcup only once.
5) Power and cable TV connection let me to watch all the races in 2010! The king is back in the track and this year promises to be a cracker for F1. For all those who imagined, argued and contemplated about how Micheal Schumacher could have fared against a fully throttled Lewis Hamilton, 2010 brings the reality and answer. His decision to come back to racing, albeit for a different team than Ferrari was a boon for the sport which was plagued by withdrawals of so many teams and the infamous crashgate.
6) Tiger Woods gets back to what he was doing best, in the greens ofcourse! The way media pounced on him after he revealed his transgressions showed that we still believe in the myth that a good sportsman is a good person too. He still remains the best golfer on the planet and whom he wants to sleep with should be left to himself only.
7) More and more exciting draws in Test cricket. There is nothing like watching a hard fought hard earned draw in Tests. Saving a Test match from a losing position is an art and it is the sign of a good Test team.
2) Manchester United buys someone to replace Cristiano Ronaldo. 80M Pounds in the bank account sounds good only when the team is doing well. There is no doubt that Utd are missing CR7 and his creativity, and the number of draws is the proof for that. They badly need an impact player which CR7 was. Only such a player can win matches against teams which come to OT and park their defensive bus in front of the goal. It is only January and Utd has already lost 5 matches, which is more than what they lost in the entire season last time and they have lost some of their Old Trafford aura.
3) Rafael Nadal gets back to his marauding ways. It was exhilarating to watch him and Federer exchanging punches and counter punches in four consecutive Grandslam finals.
4) England wins the world cup. This is the year of World cup and South Africa – 2010 sounds mouthwatering. With Rooney, Lampard, Gerrard, Defoe, Crouch, Ferdinand and Carraghar, this appears England’s best chance in the last 20 years. It is appalling that England which has the most watched and most efficient Football league in the world has won the Worldcup only once.
5) Power and cable TV connection let me to watch all the races in 2010! The king is back in the track and this year promises to be a cracker for F1. For all those who imagined, argued and contemplated about how Micheal Schumacher could have fared against a fully throttled Lewis Hamilton, 2010 brings the reality and answer. His decision to come back to racing, albeit for a different team than Ferrari was a boon for the sport which was plagued by withdrawals of so many teams and the infamous crashgate.
6) Tiger Woods gets back to what he was doing best, in the greens ofcourse! The way media pounced on him after he revealed his transgressions showed that we still believe in the myth that a good sportsman is a good person too. He still remains the best golfer on the planet and whom he wants to sleep with should be left to himself only.
7) More and more exciting draws in Test cricket. There is nothing like watching a hard fought hard earned draw in Tests. Saving a Test match from a losing position is an art and it is the sign of a good Test team.
Friday, November 20, 2009
ALEX FERGUSON...WHO IS HE ?
I am yet to meet a girl who understands the meaning or the reason behind sports, and I do meet quite a lot of girls, probably a bit too much for the liking of my wife. The common thread which connects all the girls that I know is their distinctive lack of knowledge about anything which involves a stick or a ball (well..almost!!). But the brighter side of this effect is that they have given me incidents or one liners which are enough to make me laugh until my death. Here goes some. Sit back and enjoy.
Inarguably, Sir Alex Feguson is the most popular non-player sports personality around the world. This is how one of my female friends summed up what he achieved with Manchester United, which is the stuff of legends and almost impossible to overtake, in the last 23 years: “Alex Ferguson..Who is he ? ohh.. is he the person who wears a black shirt and look at the players when they play?”. Later it turned out that she was talking about the referee! Thank goodness that Fergie was not around to give her his famous hair dryer treatment.
One of my friends never believed that bowlers change ends at the end of each over, until she saw it once when commercials surprisingly stayed away during an over change. Her immediate question was “ Isn't it easy for the 2 batsmen to change rather than for everyone else to change? “. I didn't bother about explaining the varying pitch conditions at both the ends and bowlers making use of slope, wind direction and pitch conditions from two ends!
20 teams play in Premier League and each team has to play home& away in every season, which result in 38 matches for each of them. The top four will qualify for the champions leagues while the 5th and 6th teams will play in Europa league, previously known as UEFA cup. Some girls never seem to understand something as simple as this. I have heard lot of them asking why some teams play so many tournaments and some seem to play only once in an year. Their amusement and difficulty in understanding this hierarchy forces me to think that Platini comes right next to Einstein and Edison, for managing the European Leagues.
Apparently there were girls who never bothered to watch Test cricket because they thought it is a game in which people from same side compete against each other. The reason : everyone wears white jerseys!
One of my friends was complaining that his wife didn’t talk to him for a week because she found him taking part in a throwing-crumbled-round-paper-balls-to-basket competition in a office party with colleagues. The thing which irritated her most was that everyone in the party happened to notice her husband when he raised his voice in excitement in the middle of the game. She just couldn't’t believe that her husbad was doing something so silly in an office gathering. She will probably never understand that sports is embedded in the Men’s genes and they yearn for anything which has a tinge of competitiveness.
The thing which confuses girls the most is neither E=MC2 or Newton’s third law, but the offside rule in Football. Well..cant really blame them, considering the number of times linesmen get confused in a match, and FIFA seems to enjoy this by changing the rule every year!
This girl found her husband awake in the middle of the night, busy watching Men’s swimming in Olympics. He tried to tell her that he wanted to see Micheal Phelps winning the 8th gold of the event. Pat came the reply: “Have you ever been worried about buying at least one piece of gold for me?”
“You infernal moron, are you watching Golf? Is that a sport?” That came from my wife and this time it didn’t appear funny as I heard muffled laughing from next door.
Inarguably, Sir Alex Feguson is the most popular non-player sports personality around the world. This is how one of my female friends summed up what he achieved with Manchester United, which is the stuff of legends and almost impossible to overtake, in the last 23 years: “Alex Ferguson..Who is he ? ohh.. is he the person who wears a black shirt and look at the players when they play?”. Later it turned out that she was talking about the referee! Thank goodness that Fergie was not around to give her his famous hair dryer treatment.
One of my friends never believed that bowlers change ends at the end of each over, until she saw it once when commercials surprisingly stayed away during an over change. Her immediate question was “ Isn't it easy for the 2 batsmen to change rather than for everyone else to change? “. I didn't bother about explaining the varying pitch conditions at both the ends and bowlers making use of slope, wind direction and pitch conditions from two ends!
20 teams play in Premier League and each team has to play home& away in every season, which result in 38 matches for each of them. The top four will qualify for the champions leagues while the 5th and 6th teams will play in Europa league, previously known as UEFA cup. Some girls never seem to understand something as simple as this. I have heard lot of them asking why some teams play so many tournaments and some seem to play only once in an year. Their amusement and difficulty in understanding this hierarchy forces me to think that Platini comes right next to Einstein and Edison, for managing the European Leagues.
Apparently there were girls who never bothered to watch Test cricket because they thought it is a game in which people from same side compete against each other. The reason : everyone wears white jerseys!
One of my friends was complaining that his wife didn’t talk to him for a week because she found him taking part in a throwing-crumbled-round-paper-balls-to-basket competition in a office party with colleagues. The thing which irritated her most was that everyone in the party happened to notice her husband when he raised his voice in excitement in the middle of the game. She just couldn't’t believe that her husbad was doing something so silly in an office gathering. She will probably never understand that sports is embedded in the Men’s genes and they yearn for anything which has a tinge of competitiveness.
The thing which confuses girls the most is neither E=MC2 or Newton’s third law, but the offside rule in Football. Well..cant really blame them, considering the number of times linesmen get confused in a match, and FIFA seems to enjoy this by changing the rule every year!
This girl found her husband awake in the middle of the night, busy watching Men’s swimming in Olympics. He tried to tell her that he wanted to see Micheal Phelps winning the 8th gold of the event. Pat came the reply: “Have you ever been worried about buying at least one piece of gold for me?”
“You infernal moron, are you watching Golf? Is that a sport?” That came from my wife and this time it didn’t appear funny as I heard muffled laughing from next door.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
THE EVOLUTION!
I am a self centered, sports oriented, uncultured, shameless moron. That is the opinion of my better half and she doesn’t hesitate a bit to announce it on the days which I, according to her, “waste” by watching a Test match or on the weekend evenings which are invariably occupied with Primetime Premier league or Super Sundays. Not that this continuous degradation of my radiant personality bothers me, but at least it forced me to do an introspection, and if possible to give myself a justification for all those adjectives!
I was in a private school run by a brahmin family until my 3rd standard. After the classes my father used to pick me on his way back from office and that meant spending at least 2 hours even after the school timings, waiting for my father to come. As the school owner’s house was in the same compound, I would end up spending most of the time inside their house in the evenings. The owner of the school was a well known person locally, who arranged and organised lot of cultural events and more importantly he was a cricket fanatic. He even had a matting wicket at home for his 2 sons. And there I got my first glimpse of Television and the only program I found them always watching was cricket, which made me believe that TV is for watching cricket. Probably I still believe it and that may be the reason that my wife accuses me of watching only sports channels in TV. When I was not watching TV, I would go to a shed in their compound, where they keep all those cricket gears. Old cricket balls with broken seam, brand new and splinted bats, the matting wicket, pads and batting gloves. The thing which I clearly remember from those visits to that shed is the peculiar smell of batting gloves. Those who have worn batting gloves at least once will understand that, it has got that sweaty and worn out smell which all cricketers consider good and enticing and everyone else is scared to experience that even once! In TV, every time I see a batsman leaving his gloves on the ground for drying at the end of a session, I feel that smell which i experienced 20 years back. No wonder that I love dogs!
Then we bought the most prestigious electronic equipment of those times. We were the proud owners of a BPL colour TV and along with that came the matches telecast by Doordarshan. More than the Malayalam movies on every Sunday, I waited for the Sportstime they showed on Saturday evenings. The most beautiful sounds of those times must be the 4’o clock bell in the school and the thudding sound of ball meeting the willow. The Doordarshan hindi commentary was the stuff of legends which, sometimes, can be experienced even now. “Superb shot to the boundary..uhh.. but straight to the fielder at point” was the norm while what really happened would have been the batsman playing a leg glance to midwicket!
Kapil Dev, Doordarshan, tape recorders and bajaj scooters made way for Sachin Tendulkar, cable TV, Walkmans and Maruti 800 by mid 90s, as the living standards of middle class surged through along with the boom experienced in Indian economy. Mark Mascharanes made a living out of showing Sachin’s face on channels and making him say “Boost is the secret of my energy” in his girlish voice. Dhoni and Co can thank him for all the luxury they have now. The beginning of change happened then. Probably our cricket administers were the best economists that we ever had, as they realised and showed us that our huge population is not a thing to worry about and it can be utilised to generate exorbitant and unbelievable amount of revenue from sports, which nowadays exceed the total income of some of the African countries. But the price we paid for this is the innocence of our beautiful game. Day-Night Test matches, pink balls, Twenty-20 and Scoop shots are the things that we discuss now and those old times appear like Utopia.
Not that I was unduly worried about all these then. Even I sped through my transition from a boy to man. The change of sound in my vocal cords was forgotten in the shouts of Howzzzat, Catch it and cheering for India. As every child growing up then, I too wanted to be Sachin Tendulkar and play for India, but by the time I finished my 10th, I probably realised that I will never go beyond school or college team, considering my background and limited talent. The only two shots I could play well was the forward defence and drives, with the help of my strong bottom hand grip. I used to keep my index finger of the bottom hand behind the blade of the bat to get power and elegance in my drives, and even I was convinced about the effectiveness of my drives whenever the ball is overpitched. But the problem with this method is that, every other shot in the book is almost impossible with that grip, especially the cross batted ones, cuts and pulls. I survived a couple of matches with this tactic and my wicketkeeping, but that was the end of it. Rather than trying to become a player, I settled for the less glamorous, but equally stressful and tiring position of Indian supporter.
To support Indian cricket team in 90s, you had to be more self motivated that Bill Gates, as our team oscillated between horrendous defeats and improbable victories. The day after an Indian defeat, you may find all your friends cursing the team and vowing never to see Indian Team’s matches. Most of them couldn't tell between a square cut and on-drive, but still that was the gang you have to live with to watch the matches. But that was fun too. The usual disappointments, agony after losing a close match, the pure joy of watching India winning, the celebrations and of course the pride of being one who can understand the logic of two men running like mad between two sets of upright sticks!
I got a taste of hostel life and the freedom which comes along with it when I started my graduation. Before first girlfriend, first kiss and xxx-rated movies corrupted my mind, my world included hostel room, college building and the play ground, not necessarily in the correct order of priority. Bunking classes to stand in the scorching afternoon sun in the hope of catching a ball or hitting a six was fun and running behind the lecturers at the year end to meet the attendance quota to sit for the exams was exhausting. In some semesters the number of back papers I had exceeded the runs I made in an year, but who cares. Playing cricket day time, rushing to the football ground in the evening and then having fun at the indoor badminton court, life progressed without any purpose. But sports has always been a get away and mode of relief when tougher times arrived. I was the happiest man on the day in which I came to know that I failed in all my 3rd semester papers, because VVS Laxman was painting an epic 281 in kolkata and Harbhajan soon sent the Australians in a spin to turn all of us in our hostel to a bunch of lunatic delirious hooligans. Cricket again came to the rescue and improved my spirits after I caught my soon to be ex girlfriend two timing with me. India under Saurav Ganguly produced a magnificent run in 2003 Worldcup then. And in the blink of an eye, I was out of college and the job of a job hunter was thrust upon me.
After working in 2 small companies in Cochin for an year, I came to Bangalore and a different life awaited me there. The smell of a multicultural city was fascinating, but like every jobless person, I was confined to share a room with 3 other job hunters. With no TV in the hostel, watching sports was always a problem. As someone who has been used to at least 5 hours of sports everyday, either watching or playing, it was suffocating, but soon found a way around. The beauty of this city is that it is a shopper’s delight and that means at every corner you can find an electronics showroom which shows live matches to the general public. The toughest part of watching a match standing in the road is that once the crowd swells up, the shop keepers switch off the TV and then it is a frantic run to the next nearby shop to not to miss many overs, and that means in a day I used to end up covering the entire showrooms in one area. The aftereffect of this exhausting but exciting exercise was that at the end of a 5 match Test series I was as tired as the players! But this experience helped me to realise what this game means to the common man on the street. There were people who sacrificed their daily wages to watch the match, there were those who used to take a peep in between selling 5Rs hand kerchiefs and there were those who behaved as if they lost their entire savings, every time India lost. When India was losing the considerable crowd used to lean down to a handful of us but we knew that, come the next morning, we would again be there, however bad the previous loss was. There were cobblers, street vendors, fruit sellers, pick pocketers and every other kind too. It was probably the best multi social, political and economical gathering Bangalore could ever find!
When I met her I was lean, jobless, watched non stop sports and loved her too. Now I weigh a solid 68Kgs, have a house and a job, married to her, watch non stop sports and still love her too. So she should be proud that I still remain same to the core and not many things have changed from the person she started loving. Recently I tried telling her this and those adjectives resonated in my house again. Nowadays I am just resigned to my fate!
I was in a private school run by a brahmin family until my 3rd standard. After the classes my father used to pick me on his way back from office and that meant spending at least 2 hours even after the school timings, waiting for my father to come. As the school owner’s house was in the same compound, I would end up spending most of the time inside their house in the evenings. The owner of the school was a well known person locally, who arranged and organised lot of cultural events and more importantly he was a cricket fanatic. He even had a matting wicket at home for his 2 sons. And there I got my first glimpse of Television and the only program I found them always watching was cricket, which made me believe that TV is for watching cricket. Probably I still believe it and that may be the reason that my wife accuses me of watching only sports channels in TV. When I was not watching TV, I would go to a shed in their compound, where they keep all those cricket gears. Old cricket balls with broken seam, brand new and splinted bats, the matting wicket, pads and batting gloves. The thing which I clearly remember from those visits to that shed is the peculiar smell of batting gloves. Those who have worn batting gloves at least once will understand that, it has got that sweaty and worn out smell which all cricketers consider good and enticing and everyone else is scared to experience that even once! In TV, every time I see a batsman leaving his gloves on the ground for drying at the end of a session, I feel that smell which i experienced 20 years back. No wonder that I love dogs!
Then we bought the most prestigious electronic equipment of those times. We were the proud owners of a BPL colour TV and along with that came the matches telecast by Doordarshan. More than the Malayalam movies on every Sunday, I waited for the Sportstime they showed on Saturday evenings. The most beautiful sounds of those times must be the 4’o clock bell in the school and the thudding sound of ball meeting the willow. The Doordarshan hindi commentary was the stuff of legends which, sometimes, can be experienced even now. “Superb shot to the boundary..uhh.. but straight to the fielder at point” was the norm while what really happened would have been the batsman playing a leg glance to midwicket!
Kapil Dev, Doordarshan, tape recorders and bajaj scooters made way for Sachin Tendulkar, cable TV, Walkmans and Maruti 800 by mid 90s, as the living standards of middle class surged through along with the boom experienced in Indian economy. Mark Mascharanes made a living out of showing Sachin’s face on channels and making him say “Boost is the secret of my energy” in his girlish voice. Dhoni and Co can thank him for all the luxury they have now. The beginning of change happened then. Probably our cricket administers were the best economists that we ever had, as they realised and showed us that our huge population is not a thing to worry about and it can be utilised to generate exorbitant and unbelievable amount of revenue from sports, which nowadays exceed the total income of some of the African countries. But the price we paid for this is the innocence of our beautiful game. Day-Night Test matches, pink balls, Twenty-20 and Scoop shots are the things that we discuss now and those old times appear like Utopia.
Not that I was unduly worried about all these then. Even I sped through my transition from a boy to man. The change of sound in my vocal cords was forgotten in the shouts of Howzzzat, Catch it and cheering for India. As every child growing up then, I too wanted to be Sachin Tendulkar and play for India, but by the time I finished my 10th, I probably realised that I will never go beyond school or college team, considering my background and limited talent. The only two shots I could play well was the forward defence and drives, with the help of my strong bottom hand grip. I used to keep my index finger of the bottom hand behind the blade of the bat to get power and elegance in my drives, and even I was convinced about the effectiveness of my drives whenever the ball is overpitched. But the problem with this method is that, every other shot in the book is almost impossible with that grip, especially the cross batted ones, cuts and pulls. I survived a couple of matches with this tactic and my wicketkeeping, but that was the end of it. Rather than trying to become a player, I settled for the less glamorous, but equally stressful and tiring position of Indian supporter.
To support Indian cricket team in 90s, you had to be more self motivated that Bill Gates, as our team oscillated between horrendous defeats and improbable victories. The day after an Indian defeat, you may find all your friends cursing the team and vowing never to see Indian Team’s matches. Most of them couldn't tell between a square cut and on-drive, but still that was the gang you have to live with to watch the matches. But that was fun too. The usual disappointments, agony after losing a close match, the pure joy of watching India winning, the celebrations and of course the pride of being one who can understand the logic of two men running like mad between two sets of upright sticks!
I got a taste of hostel life and the freedom which comes along with it when I started my graduation. Before first girlfriend, first kiss and xxx-rated movies corrupted my mind, my world included hostel room, college building and the play ground, not necessarily in the correct order of priority. Bunking classes to stand in the scorching afternoon sun in the hope of catching a ball or hitting a six was fun and running behind the lecturers at the year end to meet the attendance quota to sit for the exams was exhausting. In some semesters the number of back papers I had exceeded the runs I made in an year, but who cares. Playing cricket day time, rushing to the football ground in the evening and then having fun at the indoor badminton court, life progressed without any purpose. But sports has always been a get away and mode of relief when tougher times arrived. I was the happiest man on the day in which I came to know that I failed in all my 3rd semester papers, because VVS Laxman was painting an epic 281 in kolkata and Harbhajan soon sent the Australians in a spin to turn all of us in our hostel to a bunch of lunatic delirious hooligans. Cricket again came to the rescue and improved my spirits after I caught my soon to be ex girlfriend two timing with me. India under Saurav Ganguly produced a magnificent run in 2003 Worldcup then. And in the blink of an eye, I was out of college and the job of a job hunter was thrust upon me.
After working in 2 small companies in Cochin for an year, I came to Bangalore and a different life awaited me there. The smell of a multicultural city was fascinating, but like every jobless person, I was confined to share a room with 3 other job hunters. With no TV in the hostel, watching sports was always a problem. As someone who has been used to at least 5 hours of sports everyday, either watching or playing, it was suffocating, but soon found a way around. The beauty of this city is that it is a shopper’s delight and that means at every corner you can find an electronics showroom which shows live matches to the general public. The toughest part of watching a match standing in the road is that once the crowd swells up, the shop keepers switch off the TV and then it is a frantic run to the next nearby shop to not to miss many overs, and that means in a day I used to end up covering the entire showrooms in one area. The aftereffect of this exhausting but exciting exercise was that at the end of a 5 match Test series I was as tired as the players! But this experience helped me to realise what this game means to the common man on the street. There were people who sacrificed their daily wages to watch the match, there were those who used to take a peep in between selling 5Rs hand kerchiefs and there were those who behaved as if they lost their entire savings, every time India lost. When India was losing the considerable crowd used to lean down to a handful of us but we knew that, come the next morning, we would again be there, however bad the previous loss was. There were cobblers, street vendors, fruit sellers, pick pocketers and every other kind too. It was probably the best multi social, political and economical gathering Bangalore could ever find!
When I met her I was lean, jobless, watched non stop sports and loved her too. Now I weigh a solid 68Kgs, have a house and a job, married to her, watch non stop sports and still love her too. So she should be proud that I still remain same to the core and not many things have changed from the person she started loving. Recently I tried telling her this and those adjectives resonated in my house again. Nowadays I am just resigned to my fate!
Friday, November 6, 2009
WINDING THE CLOCK BACK...
Why did we all start playing the game when we were kids? Definitely it was not for making money, nor was it for gaining the knowledge to tell between an outswinger and leg cutter. Playing for India was a dream, but not the motive. It was for the pure joy of hitting the ball as far as we can, for experiencing that feeling of ball meeting the middle of that bat, for hearing that perfect thud, for seeing the ball take wings and soar higher and higher in the sky. Probably it is the same thing which still drives Sachin Tendulkar forward. At the age of 36, when most men of that age settle for a steady job and start worrying about their kids, he wore the the outfit of an 18 year old maverick, looked the challenge straight into its eye and painted an epic 175. He ran between the the wickets as if his life depended on it, egged on his younger partners for better shots and stamina, thrashed all the Aussie bowlers around the park as if he despises them and then showed the disappointment and bitterness of a child who lost his favorite toy after India lost.
How does Sachin do that? Run after run, day after day, defeat after defeat , he shows the same commitment and desire to improve, to win, to enjoy and more importantly to get out of the bed everyday and think about only cricket, all over again. When Carl Lewis was a kid, his coach asked him what does he want in life. He answered that he wants to be best athlete in America, he wants to be a millionaire and he wants to be famous all over the world. His coach calmly told him that, if his focus is on all these things, he is going to be nothing. But if he starts focusing on becoming the best athlete ever he will achieve that and all the other things too. Carl Lewis went to achieve all that and how! Ramakant Anchrekar might well have said the same thing to sachin too. In the last 20 years Sachin’s unrelenting focus was on cricket and cricket only, and all the records and accolades are testament to that.
Sadly his innings was not enough to take India to victory. In every sense it was like going back to the 90s. Sachin single handedly fighting for victory and the entire team crumbling around him. He just stood apart among his teammates as a gladiator amidst ruins. Sachin’s biggest contribution to Indian cricket is not winning numerous matches or making cricket popular, but taking an entire generation back to its childhood. Bunking classes, standing in front of a TV showroom, taking turns to climb on friends’ shoulders to catch a glimpse of the action over the crowd, cheering for each boundary, clearing our throats out when he scores century, those were the best days of life. And every time he walks out to bat he takes all of us to those beautiful days. Yesterday, it was one of those days.
How does Sachin do that? Run after run, day after day, defeat after defeat , he shows the same commitment and desire to improve, to win, to enjoy and more importantly to get out of the bed everyday and think about only cricket, all over again. When Carl Lewis was a kid, his coach asked him what does he want in life. He answered that he wants to be best athlete in America, he wants to be a millionaire and he wants to be famous all over the world. His coach calmly told him that, if his focus is on all these things, he is going to be nothing. But if he starts focusing on becoming the best athlete ever he will achieve that and all the other things too. Carl Lewis went to achieve all that and how! Ramakant Anchrekar might well have said the same thing to sachin too. In the last 20 years Sachin’s unrelenting focus was on cricket and cricket only, and all the records and accolades are testament to that.
Sadly his innings was not enough to take India to victory. In every sense it was like going back to the 90s. Sachin single handedly fighting for victory and the entire team crumbling around him. He just stood apart among his teammates as a gladiator amidst ruins. Sachin’s biggest contribution to Indian cricket is not winning numerous matches or making cricket popular, but taking an entire generation back to its childhood. Bunking classes, standing in front of a TV showroom, taking turns to climb on friends’ shoulders to catch a glimpse of the action over the crowd, cheering for each boundary, clearing our throats out when he scores century, those were the best days of life. And every time he walks out to bat he takes all of us to those beautiful days. Yesterday, it was one of those days.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
TWO MAGIC MOMENTS
Cricinfo is having a new article series now which is called 50 Magic Moments. It consist of various incidents or innings or bowling feats or even anecdotes spanned over the history of this great game, proposed by cricket players, writers and commentators alike. My two most memorable picks from the list include, unsurprisingly, Indians. And more unsurprisingly they include Anil kumble and Sourav Ganguly, Indian cricket’s modern day warriors, albeit of two different kinds, as different as it can be.
The first one is Anil Kumble bowling with a broken jaw in the Antigua Test of 2002 series. India piled up a huge total in the first innings but in the course a Mervin Dillon bouncer broke Anil Kumble’s Jaw, not his never ending spirit. India needed to bowl out West Indies quickly on a typical Antigua featherbed to have any chance of victory in the series which stood at 1-1, and it was evident that Anil Kumble could not take any further part in the match before flying back home the next day for surgery. But what happened next is one of Indian cricket’s most poignant and inspiring moments. The sight of Anil Kumble emerging from pavilion with a bandage around his head to keep the broken jaw in tact drew applause from the crowd, players and umpires as well. Here is a man who might not even need to bowl a single delivery again to live happily for the rest of his life, but now bowling in excruciating pain to win a Test match abroad for India. In that single act of bravery Kumble captured and showed us the courage, character and dedication he has towards the game in general and Indian cricket in particular. And In the end, during the interview, he delivered the mother of all understatements when asked about the decision to come out and bowl. “I did not want to sit around” was his modest reply. Probably that was a honest answer from a man who scalped 619 Test match wickets without uttering a single word against the batsmen. In the end the pitch and Carl Hooper proved too big a stumbling block and Kumble could not bowl India to victory, but bowled a million hearts over.
The next incident involves Sourav Ganguly and it invariably involves breaking something, law most of the times, tradition occasionally! This time he showed his bare chest on the Lord’s balcony, a perfect revenge for Andrew Flintoff’s topless dance in Mumbai . But ripping the shirt of, whirling it around his head and shouting expletives which no mother wants her son to listen to, did one more purpose. Ganguly’s histrionics on that day turned lot of boys in India to adults, adults who learnt that Wankade and Lord’s will be treated equally thereafter. That was the last act of shedding colonial inferiority which we carried for decades and what a place to do that, the hallowed turf, the Mecca of cricket, the Lord’s! My friends say that i was smiling even in sleep that day night. Must be true!
Monday, March 3, 2008
THE NEW FEARLESS GENERATION
We were watching a news channel and my girlfriend fumed when she watched the celebrations happening at a remote village in Meerut and at the house of Praveen Kumar who bagged the Man Of the Match award for his 4 wickets against Srilanka who has consistently played ordinary cricket in Australia over the years (Forget about performing in Australia, Srilanka has never been one to perform abroad which can be understood from the fact that they are yet to win a Test match in India where conditions are not that different from their home country. They are as comfortable as Sheffield United playing against Manchester United when they are touring). But what she forgot to notice was the background, both on the TV and also of the bigger picture.
We were able to see the house of Praveen and it was hard to call that one of even a middle class family, which threw light to the kind of hardships that he may have gone through to reach at this level. Once it was unthinkable for someone from that kind of background to reach Indian team but in the last decade there were a lot of players from every remote corner of India, which can be attributed to the game’s stronghold in India’s soul, and the strength of character of those players as well. It was heartening to see the happiness of Praveen’s father who is, if I remember right, a lower level employee of Indian railway. It is now a known secret that Praveen’s family wanted him to choose wrestling instead of cricket, but still supported his decision to go for cricket. And now it is their moment of glory and they are entitled to celebrate when their son helped India to win a do or die match, after all those years of hardships. It was important to get a feel of the background to understand and appreciate the real value of their happiness.
There is a stirring story circulating in Indian domestic cricket. In 2003, Wassim Jaffer was padded up to start his batting for an important match when the news came that his mother has passed away. The young man took the field, scored a fluent fifty, made sure Mumbai won the match and then went for the funeral of his mother. How many of us will work with a stable mind in office when we know that any of our near and dear ones is not well? Think about the kind of turmoil he might have gone through when he walked out to bat. Think about how hard it was for him to keep a balanced mind, and that too for a game which requires absolute synchronisation and harmony between mind and body.
Recently there was an article in Cricinfo about Rohit Sharma and it threw light to the sufferings that he went through in his childhood. His father was the lone breadwinner and as he was not able to support his entire family Rohit was sent to the house of his relatives. He did his schooling staying there and he would come back every weekend to see his parents. Reading all that, I felt it is a miracle that he got to the Indian team at such an young age overcoming all odds. That is the kind of suffering these young men overcame amidst poverty to embrace this great game. So next time when we see those celebrations and happy faces, let us be pragmatic and appreciate the new fearless brand of young men of Indian cricket.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
THE GENTLE GIANT
In the earlier days I always hated him for the fact that he almost always played well against India. I called him Inzamam Ul ‘Fuck’ whenever he played against India. But in later years, it was an altogether different matter when my brain got the cricketing capability to understand the beauty of his shots. I started to wait for his turn at the crease and I cared little even if it was against India. I badly wanted India to win after we posted 350 in the first match of the 2004 tour of Pakistan and at the same time I didn’t want to see the end of Inzamam’s brilliant innings. In simple words I wanted Inzy to score a century and India to win but there was no way that both could happen and something had to give way. I thought he would never make it to the pavilion when he finally began his slow walk back which seemed like an eternity, after 122 brilliant runs and eventually Pakistan fell 5 runs short.
He has all the shots in the book but there were others too who had it. It was the way in which he executed those shots made him special. His cover drive was a crouched half-defence, half-shot with minimum movements while his on-drive was just a flick of the wrists. His pull shot was fast and furious with the nimbleness of a ballet dancer and the balance of a skilled ropewalker but the secret behind that shot was the speed with which picked up the length. He always seems to have so much time to play the shots. I have never seen a fast bowler making him hurried through a shot and he was the best player against fast bowling in the last decade along with Ricky Ponting, be it a bouncy Perth or a spongy Durban or a seaming Headingly. And for a long long period he was arguably Pakistan’s best batsman until Mohammed Yousuf came of the age in the last 18 months.
I cried with him when he retired from one-dayers with tears in his eyes but the pure joy he has given for millions around the world over a career of 15 years is invaluable. This time he kept his emotions to himself but his current captain Shoiab Malik broke down at the ground and it showed what he meant to others in the team. He was uncertain while he was asked about his future after his retirement but all of us will be lucky if he takes his bat again to play in IPL. It is difficult to put it in words what we are going to miss but it is time to thank for what he has given and what we have seen and experienced. We all should feel privileged to be a part of an entire generation of cricket lovers who were enthralled to see the magic wave of his bat, which sent deliveries from the world’s best bowlers to outside the ground with the nonchalance of a man who plays backyard cricket with little kids. Bye bye Inzy. Thanks for the memories.
He has all the shots in the book but there were others too who had it. It was the way in which he executed those shots made him special. His cover drive was a crouched half-defence, half-shot with minimum movements while his on-drive was just a flick of the wrists. His pull shot was fast and furious with the nimbleness of a ballet dancer and the balance of a skilled ropewalker but the secret behind that shot was the speed with which picked up the length. He always seems to have so much time to play the shots. I have never seen a fast bowler making him hurried through a shot and he was the best player against fast bowling in the last decade along with Ricky Ponting, be it a bouncy Perth or a spongy Durban or a seaming Headingly. And for a long long period he was arguably Pakistan’s best batsman until Mohammed Yousuf came of the age in the last 18 months.
I cried with him when he retired from one-dayers with tears in his eyes but the pure joy he has given for millions around the world over a career of 15 years is invaluable. This time he kept his emotions to himself but his current captain Shoiab Malik broke down at the ground and it showed what he meant to others in the team. He was uncertain while he was asked about his future after his retirement but all of us will be lucky if he takes his bat again to play in IPL. It is difficult to put it in words what we are going to miss but it is time to thank for what he has given and what we have seen and experienced. We all should feel privileged to be a part of an entire generation of cricket lovers who were enthralled to see the magic wave of his bat, which sent deliveries from the world’s best bowlers to outside the ground with the nonchalance of a man who plays backyard cricket with little kids. Bye bye Inzy. Thanks for the memories.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
SHE IS 60 AND SHE IS YOUNG
India celebrated its 60th birthday last week and the Indian cricket team gave her a magnificent birthday present by winning a Test rubber in England, the first in the last 21 years and only the 3rd in 75 years of Indian cricket. It was a wonderful present for a nation, which lacks sporting heroes and sporting moments at international level. Our team played effervescent and excellent cricket and apart from that is a mixture of all the good values our nation has been known for. It is captained by a person from south, its premier batsman is from north, batting and bowling opened by two Muslims, one of them bagged the Man of the Series award, other bowlers and our keeper from mostly villages and recently one of our bowlers from a cricketing backwater place like Kerala single-handedly won an epic Test match at Johannesburg, India’s first in South Africa. As John Wright wrote in his wonderful book, “There is no typical India and no typical Indian. Each and every part of India is as different as different can be”. This summer our team gave us one more reason to shout “Proud to be an Indian”. Salute our team, salute our country.
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
NOTTINGHAM TO MUMBAI
Last week was a happy one. India produced a magnificent victory at Trentbridge and Indian judiciary gave a flawless verdict on the Mumbai blasts, which included a 6 year rigorous imprisonment to Sanjay Dutt. And as expected there were protests against it, exclamatory remarks and surprises from people who belong to every walk of life and shameless opinion polls in each and every news channels!
Several news papers remarked that a person as good as ‘Munna Bhai’ should have been avoided from such a severe punishment but what they conveniently forgot was that Munna Bhai was a good human being existed only on the silver screen and in front of Indian Law Sanjay Dutt was a part of the conspiracy which killed hundreds of innocent people in Mumbai. One main argument was that the agony of waiting for the verdict for 14 long years itself was a punishment for him, as if only Sanjay Dutt knows what is agony! What about the agony of the judge who went through 14 years of mental exasperation of handling such a high intensity case along with numerous threats from politicians and underworld kings? What about the agony of those people who lost their father, mother, son and daughter? What about the agony of those living victims of the blast ? For those who lost their life, for those who lost their hands and legs, for those who never recovered consciousness but still live as breathing corpses, for those who lost their mental balance, agony is an underrated word and so is the verdict. Serial blasts, heaps of dead bodies, hospitals filled with innocent victims, people wondering where the next blast is going to happen and millions of sad people. Don’t you see agony here ?
Sometimes life gives you a shock and makes you realize that cricket is only a game and there are some greater things in life than cricket. The last time I felt this was when I watched on television the havoc crated by tsunami and seeing the helplessness of Man over the fury of nature. Now reading about this verdict and thinking about those difficult times in 1993, brings me the same feeling. But the greatest irony is that this realization came again on a day in which India registered one of its most memorable overseas victories. Kudos to Indian team for their superb victory over England. Hats off to Indian Law for its much-needed victory over evil.
Several news papers remarked that a person as good as ‘Munna Bhai’ should have been avoided from such a severe punishment but what they conveniently forgot was that Munna Bhai was a good human being existed only on the silver screen and in front of Indian Law Sanjay Dutt was a part of the conspiracy which killed hundreds of innocent people in Mumbai. One main argument was that the agony of waiting for the verdict for 14 long years itself was a punishment for him, as if only Sanjay Dutt knows what is agony! What about the agony of the judge who went through 14 years of mental exasperation of handling such a high intensity case along with numerous threats from politicians and underworld kings? What about the agony of those people who lost their father, mother, son and daughter? What about the agony of those living victims of the blast ? For those who lost their life, for those who lost their hands and legs, for those who never recovered consciousness but still live as breathing corpses, for those who lost their mental balance, agony is an underrated word and so is the verdict. Serial blasts, heaps of dead bodies, hospitals filled with innocent victims, people wondering where the next blast is going to happen and millions of sad people. Don’t you see agony here ?
Sometimes life gives you a shock and makes you realize that cricket is only a game and there are some greater things in life than cricket. The last time I felt this was when I watched on television the havoc crated by tsunami and seeing the helplessness of Man over the fury of nature. Now reading about this verdict and thinking about those difficult times in 1993, brings me the same feeling. But the greatest irony is that this realization came again on a day in which India registered one of its most memorable overseas victories. Kudos to Indian team for their superb victory over England. Hats off to Indian Law for its much-needed victory over evil.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
CHAMPION OF CHAMPIONS!
Yesterday night, I stayed awake until 2 o clock to see India defeating South Africa and clinching a series win against them for the first time outside the subcontinent. I was happy that India won but felt happier because of another incident, Sachin Tendulkar sharing the Man Of the Series award that he got with Yuvraj Singh. It was a wonderful gesture from a man who holds almost all the batting records the game can have. He understood that Yuvraj deserves it than him as he was the one who finished both the victories and Sachin was genuinely happy sharing it with him. His broad smile told that even though the pain of the world cup was still visible behind it to those who have been following him for the last 18 years.
It was just a series win over a better opponent but Sachin was visibly excited and he was like a child with a new toy in hand! Forget the perfection of his technique, forget the glory he has brought for India, forget his personal integrity, this child like enthusiasm and excitement when wearing the Indian cap is what makes him truly special. And he is one who has never been blinded by fame and money.
In international sports, it is difficult to deal with failure and adversity and so many have perished before reaching their goals. But some times handling success and its after effects is a greater challenge. Australia needed only 10 days to recover from the Ashes defeat and start a journey to bring it back. England took 1 year to digest the success and subsequently lost it 5 – 0! After one world cup win, Maradona turned his attentions to drugs. Marat Safin stagnated after one Australian open crown and still remains as a one slam wonder. Compare this with the desire and commitment sachin has shown over the years. He is a man with more than 75 international centuries but even now after a century, the smile and happiness on his face match the same we saw 18 years before when he scored his first Test century, a magnificient 119 at Old Trafford.
Sachin and Kambli made their debuts almost together and during a interview, their coach Ancharekar, when asked about who is more talented between the two, took some time to reply and later remarked that kambli possess more natural talent. And now looking back, it seems almost impossible. Can you believe that kambli is the only Indian batsman to score back-to-back double centuries? But somewhere he lost his way. That is where Sachin’s greatness should be valued. Amidst all the success, glory , fame and money he kept his head and was true to basic human values. It is difficult to think of another sport person who was this much famous and at the same time this much devoid of controversies
We should understand that cricket is not only about fame, money and endorsements but also days and weeks and years of back breaking work and only those who are really committed to the cause will embrace glory. I wont call him the greatest batsman India has produced. Sunil Gavaskar or Rahul Dravid may put a better claim for that. But his place is surely there at the top. Sachin is aged now, he is nearer to his retirement, he is lacking that spark in his batting but his joy in playing for India and the joy he provides to millions around the globe is still undiminished.
It was just a series win over a better opponent but Sachin was visibly excited and he was like a child with a new toy in hand! Forget the perfection of his technique, forget the glory he has brought for India, forget his personal integrity, this child like enthusiasm and excitement when wearing the Indian cap is what makes him truly special. And he is one who has never been blinded by fame and money.
In international sports, it is difficult to deal with failure and adversity and so many have perished before reaching their goals. But some times handling success and its after effects is a greater challenge. Australia needed only 10 days to recover from the Ashes defeat and start a journey to bring it back. England took 1 year to digest the success and subsequently lost it 5 – 0! After one world cup win, Maradona turned his attentions to drugs. Marat Safin stagnated after one Australian open crown and still remains as a one slam wonder. Compare this with the desire and commitment sachin has shown over the years. He is a man with more than 75 international centuries but even now after a century, the smile and happiness on his face match the same we saw 18 years before when he scored his first Test century, a magnificient 119 at Old Trafford.
Sachin and Kambli made their debuts almost together and during a interview, their coach Ancharekar, when asked about who is more talented between the two, took some time to reply and later remarked that kambli possess more natural talent. And now looking back, it seems almost impossible. Can you believe that kambli is the only Indian batsman to score back-to-back double centuries? But somewhere he lost his way. That is where Sachin’s greatness should be valued. Amidst all the success, glory , fame and money he kept his head and was true to basic human values. It is difficult to think of another sport person who was this much famous and at the same time this much devoid of controversies
We should understand that cricket is not only about fame, money and endorsements but also days and weeks and years of back breaking work and only those who are really committed to the cause will embrace glory. I wont call him the greatest batsman India has produced. Sunil Gavaskar or Rahul Dravid may put a better claim for that. But his place is surely there at the top. Sachin is aged now, he is nearer to his retirement, he is lacking that spark in his batting but his joy in playing for India and the joy he provides to millions around the globe is still undiminished.
Friday, June 22, 2007
THERE IS NO PLACE FOR HIM IN CRICKET
Ted corbet , one of the greatest cricket reporters of all time , once said “ All my instincts from 50 years around cricket tell me that Muttiah Muralitharan’s action is illegal” . I and thousands like me believe in those words. Obviously the first question that you are going to ask is why then he has so many admirers around the globe . The answer is that whatever the methods the results are so fascinating , so wonderful to watch, so devastating that we don’t like to miss a ball that he bowls. But in simple language he throws and in cricket it is not allowed. We know the arguments supporting his action that he has a born damage and he can’t rectify it. But it is not an excuse to break the laws. Does murali bowl like Alfred shaw bowled in the 19th century, as Bill O’reilly bowled in the 20th century and as mcgrath bowls in the 21st century ? I bet after comparing we won’t call Muralitharan legit. The fact is that you don’t need a biosensor or super-slo camera to see that he is bending his elbow. you can see it with your naked eye. John arlott , the greatest commentator of all-time, after the 1948 test humiliation by Australia said “ somewhere there is a youngster who has seen Miller and Lindwall and who is ready to answer their fire with fast bowling of his own” . and so it happened that within 3 years Fred Trueman was devastating , within 5 years Brian statham was Starting his marvelous test career and frank Tyson was unleashing thunder bolts as if he were the god mars. So the problem is that with Murali gaining so much success from his twirling action, there will be 10 or 15 Muralis in international cricket within years.
Statisticians around the globe has found that Muralithran has supporters which is almost square the number of people who oppose him ! and most of them are in the subcontinent because those who oppose him are mainly the English and the Australians and frankly we don’t like them, one for their previous authority over us and the other for their bloody-mindedness. But the sheer amount of the number of his supporters doesn’t make him legit. Of course he is a great entertainer, he is a bring-me-on-the-edge like performer. But there has been so many like him before he came and if we approve him it will b irreparable injustice towards them. Wisden chose him as the greatest bowler of 20th century . If the criteria was only the on field performance but not the other controversies, where was Shane Warne? We don’t know how dinosaurs disappeared and we don’t know why Courtney Walsh who on and off the field was glittering was omitted. We don’t know how Wasim Akram, arguably the greatest left armer of all time if we tend to ignore the comparatively shorter career of Alan Davidson, didn’t come first in the list. The fact is that murali is using his bent arm to gain an unfair advantage over the batsmen and also over other bowlers just like performance enhancing drugs. Change your perspective about his twirling arm as a performance enhancer, and you will feel the seriousness of the occasion. The argument that we should go on with him for purely his entertainment value is fully absurd. Tomorrow Marian jones will eat up kilos of steroids and run 100m in 5 seconds, only to entertain the spectators. Adam Gilchrist will use a wider bat, though he doesn’t need it, and blast all the bowlers, only to entertain the spectators. The laws are for everybody to obey. A certain muralitharan is not excempted from it. ICC conducted a secret poll among all the 12 elite panel umpires after the 2003 champions trophy in srilanka , about various matters which included a question involving muralitharan’s action. Eleven umpires agreed that he is chucking and no marks for you for guessing Asoka Desilva as the name of that odd umpire who supported him. So he knows it and all others know it and still he goes on. It is amazing that his greatest supporters in contemporary cricket are Australians like Gilchrist and Ponting. But are they trapping him? There is a thing which the Australians call the Tall Poppy syndrome, deliberately blowing the image bigger and when the time comes, cutting it to original size. And if someone gets hurt in that process who cares. With this they showed how to handle murali in the last test series between them in Srilanka in which they thrashed them 3 – 0. I admit he is a great competitor. He waded through all these controversies and still wading successfully. We always like to see champions struggling , struggling against their opponents and also against themselves and coming out with flying colours. In the 2004 test series against Australia in Australia, Sachin Tendulkar suffered a terrible series low scores. In the last test in Sydney also, he was struggling. He struggled to make 300 odd runs in that test match and almost brought a series victory. But he did nothing outside the laws. Recently Kobe Bryant was spending his time setting up a defence against charges of rape. On four occasions this year Bryant has flown from pre trial proceedings straight to a game, literally moving from court to court. Yet his response has been 42 points against San Antonio Spurs, 36 against sacamento, 31 against Houston Rockets and a shot to win the games versus Denver. But he did nothing outside the laws. And We expect Murali to be so.
The Preamble of cricket says “ Cricket is a game that owes its unique appeal to the fact that it should be played not only within its laws but also within the spirit of the game. Any action which is seen to abuse this sprit causes injury to the game itself “. We request Mr. Murali to keep the laws and spirit of this great game by stepping OUT. I admit Muralitharan is a superb athlete, but more suitable for baseball. Let him join the White Sox, the Yankees, or the Dodgers. THER IS NO PLACE FOR HIM IN CRICKET.
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
STOP IT SANIA
A flashing victory in the first round and a shameless defeat in the second. How often have we seen that from Sania Mirza? It is time for us to accept that she is not good enough to win matches consistently or she can’t win matches if she holds the same attitude. And I feel pity towards the supporters who are behind her because she doesn’t make any effort from her side to improve or improvise. The first step towards solving a problem is to identify and admit that you have a problem, which she is not ready to do. She has immense potential but turning potential to performance is an altogether different matter, which requires a lot of sacrifices.
And more embarrassing is her pre match talk. It reminds me of WWF. She will announce how scant respect she holds towards her opponent and how she is going to destroy her opponent. She gives us a feeling that she just needs to turn up to move to the next round. And as usual after the match, which obviously has ended in a defeat, she would sheepishly make some excuses in front of the flashing cameras. She thinks that uttering some nonsense against her opponent is fashionable. Sachin Tendulkar never talked about attacking bowlers but has dominated almost all the bowling attacks around the globe for 16 years. Pete Sampras won 14 Grad Slams without uttering a single word about the guy who stood at the opposite side of the court. After defeating Andre Agassi in the 2005 US open final, Roger Federer said that it was his privilege to play against Agassi in a slam final. This is the stuff champions are made and it is high time that Sania should learn it.
Once after beaten by a 100 odd ranked player, during the following press conference Sania said that she was off colour that day and also even her opponent was not playing well. But unknowingly what she meant was that a player who is much below her in rankings doesn’t even need to be at her best to defeat her! With money, fame and short skirts she can be in spotlight for some time but over a larger period when she hangs up her boots( or racquet) she will be evaluated in terms of her achievements which is a big zero at this time. Sport persons or teams are always defined by certain moments, which stay with them until the end of their life. Maradona and the hand of GOD, Borg and the 81 Wimbledon Final, Manchester United and their 99’ treble of FA, EPL and Champions league,Australia and their hatrick World Cups and 16 Test wins in a row. These are the moments which will stand the test of time. And it is unfortunate that India’s latest tennis star doesn’t even have a single notable moment in her career.
It is completely up to her to put a wholehearted effort and start her journey to glory rather than concentrating on latest fashion and media hype. And if she is not ready to do that, it is time for her stop playing tennis.
And more embarrassing is her pre match talk. It reminds me of WWF. She will announce how scant respect she holds towards her opponent and how she is going to destroy her opponent. She gives us a feeling that she just needs to turn up to move to the next round. And as usual after the match, which obviously has ended in a defeat, she would sheepishly make some excuses in front of the flashing cameras. She thinks that uttering some nonsense against her opponent is fashionable. Sachin Tendulkar never talked about attacking bowlers but has dominated almost all the bowling attacks around the globe for 16 years. Pete Sampras won 14 Grad Slams without uttering a single word about the guy who stood at the opposite side of the court. After defeating Andre Agassi in the 2005 US open final, Roger Federer said that it was his privilege to play against Agassi in a slam final. This is the stuff champions are made and it is high time that Sania should learn it.
Once after beaten by a 100 odd ranked player, during the following press conference Sania said that she was off colour that day and also even her opponent was not playing well. But unknowingly what she meant was that a player who is much below her in rankings doesn’t even need to be at her best to defeat her! With money, fame and short skirts she can be in spotlight for some time but over a larger period when she hangs up her boots( or racquet) she will be evaluated in terms of her achievements which is a big zero at this time. Sport persons or teams are always defined by certain moments, which stay with them until the end of their life. Maradona and the hand of GOD, Borg and the 81 Wimbledon Final, Manchester United and their 99’ treble of FA, EPL and Champions league,Australia and their hatrick World Cups and 16 Test wins in a row. These are the moments which will stand the test of time. And it is unfortunate that India’s latest tennis star doesn’t even have a single notable moment in her career.
It is completely up to her to put a wholehearted effort and start her journey to glory rather than concentrating on latest fashion and media hype. And if she is not ready to do that, it is time for her stop playing tennis.
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