Being married to a cricket crazy guy from Chennai, I am used to having the latest test series being watched, dissected and debated, either be it between India and England, Australia and South Africa or even Bangladesh and West Indies. With both our boys also jumping into the cricket bandwagon we are all set for the winter action. How convenient then that there are three computer screens at home where all three series can be watched simultaneously without missing a moment of action whether it be in Dhaka, Adelaide or Mumbai!
Clearly, the biggest disappointment this week was the wimpy display by the Indian team in the face of a real challenge from the English bowlers in Mumbai. Their lack of spirit was in clear contrast to another team that also battled against great odds in their second innings- South Africa. Their courage and determination to force a draw against an aggressive Australian attack was a stark contrast to the Indian debacle.
Yesterday : Watching Sachin depart disappointingly yet again this time, my son wants to know why I still consider him to be one of the greatest. Good question. Considering his recent form one would be hard pressed to come up with any logical explanation. But my feelings are not entirely logical because whenever I watch him play, I am only reminded of the sixteen year old who fearlessly faced the pace of the likes of Wasim Akram. I try explaining this to my son. He listens although he still looks skeptical. I describe how Sachin burst upon the international scene with the freshness and courage of his teenage years. A phenomenon never been seen before. The thrill and joy of watching him tear apart even the most aggressive bowling attacks, even while seeming somewhat vulnerable with his tiny stature is forever etched in my memory. He has grown and matured since then, but the beauty of his cover drive was just the same when he was sixteen. I think my son is still unconvinced although he doesn't entirely dismiss my view.
Today : Out of the blue my son asks, "Why is it that some people are born to do certain things so perfectly?".
I want to know more. "Such as?"
"Sachin, I guess... how is that fair to everyone else when someone has such enormous talent they are born with?"
Another good question. Will need to ponder that one some more...
Clearly, the biggest disappointment this week was the wimpy display by the Indian team in the face of a real challenge from the English bowlers in Mumbai. Their lack of spirit was in clear contrast to another team that also battled against great odds in their second innings- South Africa. Their courage and determination to force a draw against an aggressive Australian attack was a stark contrast to the Indian debacle.
Yesterday : Watching Sachin depart disappointingly yet again this time, my son wants to know why I still consider him to be one of the greatest. Good question. Considering his recent form one would be hard pressed to come up with any logical explanation. But my feelings are not entirely logical because whenever I watch him play, I am only reminded of the sixteen year old who fearlessly faced the pace of the likes of Wasim Akram. I try explaining this to my son. He listens although he still looks skeptical. I describe how Sachin burst upon the international scene with the freshness and courage of his teenage years. A phenomenon never been seen before. The thrill and joy of watching him tear apart even the most aggressive bowling attacks, even while seeming somewhat vulnerable with his tiny stature is forever etched in my memory. He has grown and matured since then, but the beauty of his cover drive was just the same when he was sixteen. I think my son is still unconvinced although he doesn't entirely dismiss my view.
Today : Out of the blue my son asks, "Why is it that some people are born to do certain things so perfectly?".
I want to know more. "Such as?"
"Sachin, I guess... how is that fair to everyone else when someone has such enormous talent they are born with?"
Another good question. Will need to ponder that one some more...