All eyes on Lord’s
Meet Robin Uthappa, hero of a recent Indian victory. So - he’s an opener who now bats at number 7. Never mind that his shots were far from conventional. So what if the asking rate is over 9? Cool as a cucumber, he crafts and manufactures a victory chase.
Wow. At 21 years of age, that is some head on those strong shoulders.
Broad did the right thing, just that the relatively unknown batsman was smarter. Walked down a few steps, he thumped the bowler back straight for four, eyes on the ball till it went past the fielder. The coup de grace, and then the celebration. Punching the air, adrenaline all over even as Yuvraj Singh rushed onto the turf and looked like he made love to hugged Robin for the effort. Pardon me, but Yuvraj and Robin were hugging each other and jumping like married yoyos on their first honeymoon. Like a (censored) Brokeback Mountain moment.
Paul Colingwood could only look at the heavens. A wonderful sight for Indian cricket, and perhaps a demoralising one for England, considering they didn’t do much wrong.
The momentum is certainly with India, going forward into what is now a perfectly setup final. But you know something? Momentum, form, reputation and the likes are nothing but mere text on this blog. What matters on that day is how the chaps perform, so India would know better than to think they’re bulletproof going into the final.
England are still the stronger side. Flintoff might just come back, Mascarenhas is undergoing a name-change to Massacrenhas, Luke is doing everything Wright, and Pietersen is well - KP.
Besides, Broad looks like he’s found his aggressive tongue sugarcoated with profanity. Not that Ganguly would ignore. A heapload of abuses followed, until the Umpire finally stepped in as bowler and batter threatened to script Martin Scorsese’s next flick.
I like this aggression. I love the aftertaste of adrenaline. Looking forward to the finals on Saturday. All eyes on Lord’s then - will be blogging live.
