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There goes Rishabh Pant flying over my head

by Gaurav Sethi

It was an IPL game. Virat Kohli was at mid-on. Rishabh Pant was on. The ball was onwards, on some soaring flightpath that made little kids look upwards in awe on Republic Day. Virat Kohli was a little kid. In his expression were many worlds, there was awe, but there was way more HAAAW, yeh kya kar diya isne…a khicidi of unspoken expletives followed. It was scrambled that expression. 


 In Kohli’s expression, was Rishabh Pant, an unveiled threat. How can he do that, what did he just do, how did he do that, and so many more unanswered questions. Usually, Kohli writes those questions on fielder’s faces. 

Since that day, no expression on Kohli’s face has matched that. That was the expression of a man playing against Rishabh Pant. Pant was an adversary – and when adversaries are feared, is when you ascertain the value of a player. 

Admire, like, love a player, all pale in comparison to fear. Having Rishabh Pant in your team may never allow you to know his worth as a player. Playing against him, now you’re talking. 

The warm-up match in Australia was a prelude to what lay ahead. Balls hit by Pant soared, instead of Kohli, fear hit the Aussies. But it was a warm up match, not enough for Kohli to warm up to Pant. 

Pant excused himself from Adelaide, sashaying into Melbourne, unblemished. 

Who knew Pant could play for a draw. He wasn’t. He drew first blood, the Aussies withdrew. His right hand came off his bat, his shoe however, never came off their throats. It possibly was an innings that inspired Ashwin to embrace the joys and horrors of batting again. It made an unable Vihari able. Ashwin and Vihari drew the game. 

What happened in Brisbane stays in Vegas. Was it a lottery? Pokerfaced Pant crept up on the Aussies again. Along with him, pokerfaced Pujara. They forced Australia to play blind. Some 100 runs still to go, Pujara fell. Followed by Mayank. 

But the fear of Pant remained. It found company in Sundar, fresh fear at that. When that fear left, followed by Thakur, Pant still remained. Unbeaten. The days passed, the English replaced the Aussies. 

That look on their faces though, was very much Virat Kohli at mid-on.

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Dudes of the drawn Sydney Test.

by Gaurav Sethi

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Sydney, Day 1. What happened.

by Gaurav Sethi

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India vs Australia, Sehwag vs Dhoni, Lee vs Sachin, Hussey vs India vs Umpires.

by Gaurav Sethi

 Forget it Sachin, it's only Sydney. 26th Feb, on twitter @BoredCricket 












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The buzz about Kamran Akmal.

by Gaurav Sethi

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Umar Akmal is playing for an IPL spot

by Gaurav Sethi

71.5
Hauritz to Umar Akmal, FOUR, fourth boundary for Akmal of Hauritz this over, again tossed up wide outside the off stump and swings it high in the air and on the bounce to midwicket fence.

71.4
Hauritz to Umar Akmal, FOUR, flighted delivery outside the off stump and he is down on one knee and swings it high over midwicket and one bounce to the fence, wonderful strike.

71.2
Hauritz to Umar Akmal, FOUR, too short and too wide, quickly on the back foot and cuts hard behind point for another boundary.

71.1
Hauritz to Umar Akmal, FOUR, tossed up outside the off stump and Akmal drives it well through extra cover and to the fence for a boundary, gets off the mark in style.


That's 16 of the first 6 balls faced. I would've put it in my own words but no friggin cable. Life is hard. Your cable shouldn't be. As I write, or rather, as cricinfo types, it's 20 of 7. How far will Shane Warne go for this royal kid?

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Mohammad Asif drugs Australia.

by Gaurav Sethi

The ball was like some flutter-freak elusive butterfly – not fast enough to whizz past but that teasing fast that fools you into thinking it’s yours for the grab; you may get your finger tips to it, but it will never be within your grasp.

Asif’s bowling, harmless, inviting, mesmerizing, it was that kind of day; I felt privileged to be awake, early by my standards on a Sunday. And once up, there was no way I could keep my eyes of the ball – the eyes danced as the ball danced, it was a slow, tricky dance, it had disguise, a deep, mysterious, almost comical disguise at that, almost Kathakali like.

There was music to it too; the ball moved to some dead master’s symphony. Mohammad Asif was Maestro. And he had the almost scruffy way of G for genius; inventing as he went along.

And as he played along, he composed a requiem for the Aussie innings.

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"Abandon Sydney Test"

by Gaurav Sethi

Watson finished 94 short of his second hundred. Ponting finished way before he got started. Katich finished even before the test started. Australia finished 127. It was much worse at tea, 66/7 which is when the murmurs started – the SCG is no better than the Kotla, abandon the test, someone’s ego will get hurt. Sangakkara was heard mumbling in his sleep.

Still asleep, he started waving, calling the Aussies back – they walked back for tea, somehow Sangakkara saw that and dozed off again.

Awake to the situation, Ponting looked sullen; then he asked if there was a match referee in attendance – what’s his name, is he the same idiot who officiated in Delhi? Appears it was someone by the name of Madugalle – Ponting was perplexed, isn’t Madugalle that place in Lanka, think I’ve played there.

When the 8th Aussie wicket fell, Sanga jumped out of bed – what, they’re still playing, he blurted. He started waving them back again, and nodding his disapproval - “Kandamby come back! NOW!”

Ponting felt his captain’s itch (that’s how test captain’s communicate) – he felt Sanga’s pain, “They really should abandon…”

Clarke nodded like only he can, and Hussey nodded like only he can, and Haddin didn’t nod, like only he can…yes, yes, they really should abandon…

Ponting continued…they really should abandon...the Kotla match.

Not for the first time, Ponting's team was disappointed by him.

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For Sydney

by Gaurav Sethi



Even though both Smith and I didn’t see Sydney through, we’d already had closure.

I had to leave Sydney four overs before close. Smith spared less.

Not that it mattered.

When Steyn fell, and Smith walked in, Sydney, at least for me, was purged of its previous misdemeanours.

Some of its cricketing soul had returned.

Walking down the ramp, in company, never before had Smith seemed so aloof, apart, awesome. Almost a higher being, from another era. Bradmanesque.

We knew the injuries, we couldn’t see them. That added to the aura.

The Aurora Borealis of cricket.

Thank you, Graeme. Shine on.

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Hilditch's dog gets media's goat!

by Bored Member

By Som


Australia has clearly gone to dogs. Doubting Thomas, sample this.

Chief Oz selector Andrew Hilditch was photographed walking his dog, daughter and wife at an Adelaide beach on Saturday when Matthew Hayden was batting for his career in Sydney.

All hell broke loose and now the Oz media is up-in-arms. What on earth prompted Hilditch to walk his dog in Adelaide at a time when he should have been watching Hayden, on TV at least, given the opener's future would be his biggest call of the season?

"We all love our pets, but jeepers . . . couldn't the dog have been walked in the lunch break? " cried 'Herald Sun'.

I guess all they meant was pet dog can wait, all Hilditch needed was to sit glued to the TV and see if there is life in the old dog in Sydney yet.

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C’mon!

by Gaurav Sethi

by Naked Cricket

Millionaires lose the last test in a dead rubber.

Once upon a time, Australia liked to lose the last one.

Before that though they would beat you into the ground, turn up from the other side, and beat you out of the ground and so on.

Then, they would rest. And lose the last test. Murali Kartik would turn up. Clean them up in Mumbai.

Right now the Aussies look like they’ll lose to Middlesex. Murali would turn up.

And lose to the Railways. And Murali would turn up.

And lose to the Kolkata Knight Riders. And Murali would turn up. Worse, so would smug faced Saurav. A little late, but he would turn up.

So what’s losing a dead rubber to South Africa?

Just sing the Dead Rubber Blues.

Not that simple. This one at Sydney has more at stake than Perth and Melbourne.

It’s No. 1 at stake. That or burn at the stake.

More than word play. More about play.

Aussie hasn’t made the play all summer. It’s déjà vu all over again – India.

None of those beat you into the ground gambles. They just beat Symo into the ground, that’s all.

Ironical, a punter for a captain, yet such safe play.

If ever there was a time to send test cricket for another toss, it’s now.

The injuries are a heavensent. Time to rebuild, and give cricket its due.

C’mon Aussie C’mon!

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