oh my god

god! eeesus – this entry comes two days later but I’m still exhilirated when I think about the end of the test! So massive so extraordinary so delightful so sad. Watching the Australian tail approach the victory target It always felt like they would fall short -basically the unlikely that they were dealing with was far too huge. So initally it was just nice and relaxing cricket, watching Warne and Lee score a few runs, knowing that surely soon a wkt would fall and then another – but it was nice that they had lasted a few overs and were making England work. But the runs required just kept coming down – the crowd was completely silent all morning, this could have been some sort of hint I guess. Even when El Warno trod on his stumps (another incredible event in an incredible series of events) and Kaspro came in the runs required kept coming down. At some indeterminate point I started to believe it might actually be possible for Australia to win. Or at least I entertained fantasies of such a happening without really believing it. This put me in the awkward position of knowing that the closer Australia got the more painful it was going to be when the wkt eventually did fall. I started counting down, first by 10s, then 5s, then 9,8,7… jumping about with excitement, white knuckles, edge of seats, adrenalin. When the end came only 3 runs short of victory there was barely any disappointment at all. I couldn’t have imagined a more fantastic way for a test match to go. Ok, 3 more runs would have been better in the short term – the massive joy that comes with the impossible being rendered unlikely and the unlikely achieved. As regards the long term though, now it feels as though the rest of the test series will be like this all the way – 3 x 5 days straight of pure adrenalin. Gideon Haigh put it very nicely – “Like no other match I’ve attended, in fact, this one has left me feeling both privileged and proud: privileged to have been part of it, and proud of the game I love.” Thank the cricket gods for back to back Tests, I couldn’t imagine having to wait more than a couple of days for the cricket to recommence.

I watched the highlights show the next evening and found it devastatingly sad, knowing already the way things would go. Hearts bleed for Kaspro and Lee.

the end of one day cricket as we know it

oh my god how does one find the energy to write anything about last night’s final, the delirium of sleep deprivation combined with the emotional exhaustion, the wringing of anticipation from one end of the match to the other – and in the very end one is given a tie. Stomach tied in knots, heart bursting from a blank, empty emotion with no value either way or in any familiar direction. O my god what a seductive game – and we will never see its like again. This was the last of the old-school 50 over matches.

The McGrath and Lee opening partnership is so fantastic, I simply love it. When Lee bowls a cricket game goes astray, it loses its way, off the rails, out of control, it gets the speed wobbles basically. Which means there’s an opportunity for someone to take control. McGrath is the master of it. In a repeating binary pattern of 6 balls chaos 6 balls complete control the two of them are mesmerising. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful thing in cricket than McGrath’s spell last night, never seen a more beautiful thing than that map they show of where his deliveries have pitched. I thought Flintoff’s was exquisite (and Harmison, he’s just frikkin built to bowl – he’s a huge obstinate shape that appears not to be designed with any function in mind but to bowl) but McGrath just took the pitch daubing to a new level. I was sitting there on my couch with a cat on me (the cat watches the cricket purring away with her eye’s closed – it’s too much for the little sweet pea to absorb) clenching my fists in the air and shouting to myself – I love you so much Glenn McGrath! Oh my god Glenn! The cat wasn’t disturbed, she understood perfectly. It all made the last over so surreal and unbelievable – how could he send down such a dog of an over? After Australia had England 5/33 the game started drifting by like a dream, clouds passing behind a daydream, at times the match future would appear as in a vision. Even immediately after the 5th wkt fell scorecards were flashing into view that showed, after several very insubstantial partnerships at the top, one single great extended line that defied all logical progression yet was inevitable enough that one always knew England would come close in the end. The tail end of the dream was presenting itself early on, but there was no hint of McGrath bowling a nightmare final over such as he did. The emotion of the tie is an emotion of its own. It has no resemblance to happiness or to sadness, its not anger or frustration (how can you feel anything like that after you’ve been given such an incredible game of cricket?). The frustration comes on now that the tour schedule gives us the NatWest Callenge series. I can’t believe we have to put up with 3 more 50 over games (however much they fiddle about with new innovations in the rules) between Australia and England before we get close to the commencement of the Ashes. Surely after this epic game they could just cancel the Challenge. Who has any further need for one day cricket after this? (Who has the energy for it?) – This was the pinnacle man. Bring on the tests.

I worry about Dizzy.