Friday, May 14, 2010

Why Pakistan should have won today's semi-final

So I was one of the fortunate few to watch today's T20 world cup semi - final between Pakistan and Australia. I almost stopped watching, when Australia, chasing a mammoth 192, needed 56 from four overs with merely 4 wickets in hand, assuming it to be a foregone conclusion. And how astonishingly I was proved wrong by Mike Hussey, who won it with five extra runs and a ball to spare!

But I reiterate, Pakistan really should have won the semi final today. That I am Indian, and hence a hatred for the Aussie team comes but naturally, is not a factor here.

Pakistan have the most messed up cricket board and system right now. They are banning players left and right, and Shahid Afridi was made the captain by a pure elimination policy, i.e there really was no one left to be made captain. He's about the farthest from a leader you can imagine, but there really was no other go.

No one really wants to play Pakistan anymore. All their home games are shifted and their schedule is changed incessantly in keeping with notorious activities involving the country that their sportsmen have to bear the consequences of. Not to mention that they have the worst cricketing infrastructure amongst the test playing nations. They have already lost the hosting rights to next year's world cup, and it may be very long before we see a match in Lahore or Karachi again.

Also, they have had the least quality T20 experience till now. Disallowed from the IPL, their players have partaken in only the local tournaments, which are devoid of international talent. Crucial players from all other countries have enjoyed participation in IPL2 and 3, immediately putting the men in green on the backfoot.

But in spite of this, they have reached the semi finals 3 times, and the finals twice. Almost a third time, but a certain "Mr. Cricket" had other plans.

What does this tell you? Leaving apart the dynamics of the IPL, political tensions and the infighting within the team, there seems to be something compelling about the men in green that makes you want to sit up and take notice of them, in spite of all the odds being stacked against them.

To me, they represent a team shining only due to excellent talent and willpower. Raw talent and aggressiveness. They have neither the watchful eye of foreign coaches, nor the world-facilities that the other teams enjoy. They have had the least IPL experience. But looking at India, that hardly seems to be a criteria.

Which brings us to an interesting comparison. For all they were worth, India has failed to win a single super eight match in 2 years. Six losses, despite Gary Kirsten, more than 400 collective matches played in the IPL, a talent pool of nearly 30 to choose from. Not to mention the richest sports body in the world, the BCCI. (Not downplaying the Indian team, but in all due respect, Zaheer, Nehra and co. have looked more like the Amoeba boys from the Powerpuff girls more than a threatening bowling unit.)

Raw talent and free willpower, against well oiled and financed mechanisms. To me, that is what today's match represented.

And there is something within you that wants the former to win, just to prove to the world (you, me, CA, the BCCI) that there is something primal and instinctive about the sport that never gets won over by any of the above mentioned excesses. And that it is possible to overturn odds, however high up they're stacked against you.

At the end of the day, it is about how well you play and how badly you want to win. And no foreign coach or any number of IPL matches can instill that in you. It is something that comes from within.

But ironically, Mike Hussey ended up coming to the party.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Morning

And it is dawn.

Golden sunlight. The air is redolent with the smell of flowers. Lush green greets the eye as I look out my balcony. Splashing water at the pool, and I glance below. Children, unmindful of the still-chilly water, jump and wade around in the water, making a lovable ruckus. Somewhere in distant woods, birds chirp, and the wind carries those welcome noises over to me. Months of dreary landscapes and chilly winds have given away finally to this sunny blissful Saturday morning.

I rest my cup of coffee on the balcony railing. Happy thoughts come to mind.

I guess it is not necessary to have a job, or even the promise of one, to be happy on an early summer morning.