It would be wrong to say that it’s too easy for Virat Kohli. If you look
closely at most of his innings, he hardly ever takes the easy way out. If
anything, he takes the rough way, replete with thorny bushes, sudden drops, a
flight of steep steps, abrupt darkness, a classic video game chase on a higher
level. It’s another thing, he’s mastered the chase. To borrow, Sunil Gavaskar’s
new oddity, he’s a “chase master”.
Much like an obsessive teenage kid, he’s mastered this game but refuses
to tire of it or the approach that ushers him to the top score each time.
Rather than be an excited 20 something, quite bored of his toys, Virat’s
prime toy is the chase. And he wants to play it, more or less the same way each
time.
Virat doesn’t want a new car. He doesn’t want to step up or simulate a
highway when he’s driving in the street, he knows the city limits and he’s
always within kissing distance of them - if and when he breaches the limits, no
cops, no cameras, nobody can tell. For all you know, he might well be
intoxicated but the breathalyser has been breached by him.
Virat has breached the chase code. It looks simple because he has. That
he refuses to relay this truth, to even himself, is what makes the breach
appear so seamless. Nothing is taken for granted. Not the boundaries, nor the
tight singles. And if at the altar of a tight single, a batsman is sacrificed,
so be it. The chase code is entered before he walks out to bat. There is no
going back. Sometimes it will be Dhawan, sometimes it will be Rohit, sometimes
it will be him, sometimes you just have to run against the damning odds. For
that’s what brings about a rush of blood, from the legs to the head.
For each such magnificent chase, often adding to an equally magnificent
statistic, is the thing of building, nay laboured construction, but not just
day labour - often it’s what breaches into the afterhours, into extra time, at
night, under lights. Often you will be led to believe that he’s playing these
innings between the sheets. That each Virat innings is nothing short of sex.
There are way too many different ways to describe a Virat innings. But
what shines through each time is his commitment to stay committed - to not play
that ball in the air. We’ve seen it repeatedly, it’s been spoken of repeatedly,
and should be said, without wordplay or smart phrase repeatedly, Virat refuses
to play the ball in the air. Neither Virat’s head nor the ball he plays is in
the air. It could be on the up, but rarely is it in the air.
It’s a learning for Virat, and through each innings he teaches himself
that same old boring lesson again. Ajinkya Rahane marked his return with two
sixes, Virat stayed put with 10 fours but no six.
In 203 ODIs, Virat has 98 sixes. In 175 ODIs, Rohit has 164 sixes. When
it comes to boundaries, Virat has 849 fours to Rohit’s 553. A comparison
between two of the world’s best ODI batsmen throws a difference in batting
average that’s over 10 – Virat’s 56 to Rohit’s 45.
Rohit has 16 ODI centuries, Virat has 33. Rohit has three double centuries, Virat none. Chances are, Rohit, like most top order ODI batsmen,
will often be dismissed attempting to play a big shot in the air. Rohit pulled
Morkel for six in the third over, he perished attempting another such shot in
the seventh over. With 13 needed for a win, Virat allowed himself the luxury of
playing the ball in the air.
While we delight in the statistic, the 33rd century, the records that
lie broken, strewn at his feet, Virat delights, roaring in the dressing room,
at another Indian chase gone right. Dhoni and Pandya are at the crease, Virat
appears like just another foot soldier, playing it, with a jump, in the air for
a change.
First published here
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