At-Last

A situation: Our favourite cricket team is losing. 7 balls left, 24 runs needed. And, the bowler is rushing in.. A dot ball. Shit. Last over is going to be bowled by neither Nehra nor Balaji. Its Lasith Malinga, with his hair standing tall. Is there still a chance of winning? Yes, there is a chance. But no hope. A boundary is needed every ball and the bowler is the one who does not like to concede a run in his bowling. But, we still gasp the television just for a miracle to take place. Similar is the sitaution in football. Until the whistle is blown, everybody keeps biting nails.

The match is not over until the last ball is bowled”  – Kapil Dev

And truely, if the pages of history are turned enumorous examples will follow the saying.

Here is one such example:

There were many who booed Greg all the way to the dressing room at Melbourne after Australia won, but there was this little girl who came on to the field and said, “you cheated, you cheated.”

“If an adult had grabbed at my arm and said the same thing, it may have had little impact. But that little girl got to me,” Greg wrote in Unders and Overs.

What had happened that Greg Chappel was being booed at home, at MCG. Here’s why.

Around Thirty years ago on February 1, 1981 then Australia captain and India’s 2007 World Cup coach Greg Chappell performed an act that made an instant entry into cricket’s Hall of Shame.

In the third final of the B & H World Series Cup, Greg ordered younger brother Trevor to bowl underarm to deprive New Zealand tailender Brian McKechnie from scoring a six which would have tied the game after Australia scored 235 for four in their 50 overs.

An underarm would ensure the batsman would hit the ball along the ground.

The triangular series rules did not state that underarm bowling was a no-no, but it was certainly against the spirit of the game.

What had forced Chappel to do so? Six to tie with one ball left. An anti-hope? A danger that the match could be tied. Anyone could hit a six.

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About Chetan

A twenty year old infant who fears if crows may shit on him or if Bengali aunties' umbrellas may prick him in the eye. He is currently waiting for Mamata Banerjee to leave Kolkata.

Posted on June 9, 2011, in Between Twenty-Two Yards, June Diaries. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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