Not only did Katich’s innings ruin nearly all hope of the fightback, it also ended that elusive single too soon and thus denied the world the joy of the century. It was an innings that should have gone on forever. Katich’s feet were weapons, terryfying in their frenzied attacks on the pitch and line and entire being of every delivery. His feet pierce Kumble’s shape and leave his heart drained. They are missiles of frenzied anger yet the frenzy is so controlled and precise. Katich could almost do away with the bat altogether and just let his feet do the strokin. The voracious desire that fills his spikes is somehow restrained and rigorously directed to the boundary. Langer got himself caught up in Katich’s feeding frenzy and found himself madly frothing at the chops for Murali Kartik, he charged down the wicket and swung with nothing but insanity the ball travelled once around the globe and landed in the safe hands of VVS on the midwicket boundary. An opening batsman, having made a careful and dogged 30, loses himself in the fever of his surrounds- there is no controlling his ambition or appetite, he is doomed. A great test match moment.