With emotions still swirling after last night’s “believe it or not” heist, I found myself shaking my head and grinning from ear to ear after catching a few winks of sleep from sheer exhaustion.
The cricketing part of this miracle will justifiably be explicated by a lot of writers. There are a zillion take-aways from this Series. Pujara’s ‘over my fucking dead body’ Yojimbo impersonation as Australia zeroed in on him and unleashed wave after wave of barely fathomable fury that was reminiscent of a nightmarish ‘Groundhog Day’. Washington Sundar’s now iconic penance at the altar of the cricketing gods as he dismissed ‘Gaz’ Lyon from his sight. Shardul Thakur’s faux bluster which actually did for Australia in the first dig. The fairy-tale lives of Natrajan and Siraj.
'Jinks' Rahane’s devastating left-hooks that floored Australia after the debacle at Adelaide. Shubman Gill’s stirring evisceration of Starc. And finally, the garrulous Rishabh Pant’s needling, nettling and eventual ‘Joker in the pack’ turn as the exclamation point.
Most Cricket fans get reverse jinxing and as much as my posts (when the game started) insinuated that I wasn’t really expecting a miracle at the ‘Gabbatoir and articulated my sheer disappointment at selection for this game which I genuinely believed, hampered our chances at competing; it was a veritable life lesson nonetheless and one that we will all be well served to live by.
Never. Ever. Ever. Bloody. Give up.
