A 22 yard disgrace
The hopes of a billion people walked out to the 22 on Brisbane, but carnage it was, with nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, it was a massacre, an abject surrender, as India's heralded heroes, their legends, their idols dropped all shame to run back to the dressing room to the comfort of their television screens, comfy chairs, big fat contracts and advertisement money, did somebody tell them they were there to play cricket.
Jaffer and Tendulkar walked out into middle, call it superstition call it fear, Tendulkar wasn't facing the first ball, Jaffer, somebody I respect for a solid technique played the most nothing of shots and got himself bowled for a duck in his first one day international, well first match, first duck I laughed it off, didn't we go in with 7 regular batsmen, it was all ok.
Kaif came in, oh well, not a stroker, but a pudgy, make the best of the situation person, he played, he missed, he got cramped, he got scared, his technique was exposed and there was little he could do than dolly a catch to save himself the misery, meanwhile on the other end we watched saying, what all the fuss was about, Tendulkar was playing so fluently, it was child's play, Dravid came in for the indept Kaif and suddenly India was in good hands, Dravid hooked, Tendulkar went on the backfoot and punched some magnificent 4's, bring it on South Africa we laughed, we have our wall and our little master, it was the fleeting sense of security the ran on the ground feels before the hawk swoops in from nowhere, but we enjoyed it for what it was worth.
Dravid went as he usually does nowadays, to a incutter, exposing the gap between bat and pad, will he never learn, will the so called technically perfect batsman, India's wall ever learn or is he happy to rest on the laurels of the past. India's wall crumbled and little did we know that was just the start.
Tendulkar was there, but then again he wasn't, he too left to a similar delivery and suddenly all was falling apart, the sick feeling at the bottom of the stomach was beginning to sink in, India's best India's greatest departed in 3 balls.
There was Dhoni, there was Raina, the young bright shining starts of our future, we were going to put up a fight, hope re-assured, but reality laughed, although Dhoni was confident, he was powerless, Raina was a mere lamb, being fed to the lions, he didn't know what hit him, suddenly the reality of international cricket hit him, hit him hard and the little boy ran, he ducked, looked emptily as the bowler had some choicy words for him, and then the boy ran, ran, crying mommy mommy let me hide there is a bully on the loose. He was soon followed soon by Dhoni who had no answers, only bewildered looks as every ball did things he only imagined in nightmares as he wet his bed as a kid.
The writing was on the wall, and Mongia obliged, why prolong the pain, better go home and sleep under the bed, while I watched on, call me a sadist, call me a masochist, but there was nothing else to do, it was too sad to turn off.
The destruction was complete, we were 83/7, we went in with 7 specialist batsmen and all of them together managed a paltry 83, shame on you India, shame one me Indian cricket lover for sending these people to represent us, this was the most pathetic display of cricket ever and we are to blame for hyping these players, making them think they are good and then sacrificing them to the lions, all for what our hopes and aspiration of lifting our head high when we walk outside.
Earlier in the evening there was no fire in the Indian step, neither in the field nor in the runup to the 22 and it showed in how easily the bowling was treated with disdain. Rarely did a ball trouble the South Africans, it was always a case of please don't hit me, we don't mind not getting a wicket, but please don't spank me, please please let me go home.
A disgrace to India, disgrace to every Indian, disgrace to all the sponsors of the Indian team, disgrace to the mothers who sent their sons to play for India and a disgrace to disgrace itself. The dressing rooms showed a few gloomy faces, and sad, I even noticed kaif and shewag share a joke, I don't think these people care, they don't deserve to be Indians, the don't deserve to represent our country, they don't deserve to play cricket, somebody please put them out of their misery, let us ring the bell and nail the coffin as there is nothing to hope for.
Jaffer and Tendulkar walked out into middle, call it superstition call it fear, Tendulkar wasn't facing the first ball, Jaffer, somebody I respect for a solid technique played the most nothing of shots and got himself bowled for a duck in his first one day international, well first match, first duck I laughed it off, didn't we go in with 7 regular batsmen, it was all ok.
Kaif came in, oh well, not a stroker, but a pudgy, make the best of the situation person, he played, he missed, he got cramped, he got scared, his technique was exposed and there was little he could do than dolly a catch to save himself the misery, meanwhile on the other end we watched saying, what all the fuss was about, Tendulkar was playing so fluently, it was child's play, Dravid came in for the indept Kaif and suddenly India was in good hands, Dravid hooked, Tendulkar went on the backfoot and punched some magnificent 4's, bring it on South Africa we laughed, we have our wall and our little master, it was the fleeting sense of security the ran on the ground feels before the hawk swoops in from nowhere, but we enjoyed it for what it was worth.
Dravid went as he usually does nowadays, to a incutter, exposing the gap between bat and pad, will he never learn, will the so called technically perfect batsman, India's wall ever learn or is he happy to rest on the laurels of the past. India's wall crumbled and little did we know that was just the start.
Tendulkar was there, but then again he wasn't, he too left to a similar delivery and suddenly all was falling apart, the sick feeling at the bottom of the stomach was beginning to sink in, India's best India's greatest departed in 3 balls.
There was Dhoni, there was Raina, the young bright shining starts of our future, we were going to put up a fight, hope re-assured, but reality laughed, although Dhoni was confident, he was powerless, Raina was a mere lamb, being fed to the lions, he didn't know what hit him, suddenly the reality of international cricket hit him, hit him hard and the little boy ran, he ducked, looked emptily as the bowler had some choicy words for him, and then the boy ran, ran, crying mommy mommy let me hide there is a bully on the loose. He was soon followed soon by Dhoni who had no answers, only bewildered looks as every ball did things he only imagined in nightmares as he wet his bed as a kid.
The writing was on the wall, and Mongia obliged, why prolong the pain, better go home and sleep under the bed, while I watched on, call me a sadist, call me a masochist, but there was nothing else to do, it was too sad to turn off.
The destruction was complete, we were 83/7, we went in with 7 specialist batsmen and all of them together managed a paltry 83, shame on you India, shame one me Indian cricket lover for sending these people to represent us, this was the most pathetic display of cricket ever and we are to blame for hyping these players, making them think they are good and then sacrificing them to the lions, all for what our hopes and aspiration of lifting our head high when we walk outside.
Earlier in the evening there was no fire in the Indian step, neither in the field nor in the runup to the 22 and it showed in how easily the bowling was treated with disdain. Rarely did a ball trouble the South Africans, it was always a case of please don't hit me, we don't mind not getting a wicket, but please don't spank me, please please let me go home.
A disgrace to India, disgrace to every Indian, disgrace to all the sponsors of the Indian team, disgrace to the mothers who sent their sons to play for India and a disgrace to disgrace itself. The dressing rooms showed a few gloomy faces, and sad, I even noticed kaif and shewag share a joke, I don't think these people care, they don't deserve to be Indians, the don't deserve to represent our country, they don't deserve to play cricket, somebody please put them out of their misery, let us ring the bell and nail the coffin as there is nothing to hope for.
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