They are the ultimate source of unpredictability, a sorcerer’s mix of skill, and scandal, and petty paraphernalia that suddenly combines into a unit so potent that wild horses couldn’t stop it.
Those who like to console themselves with such trivialities will say that at least
Each to their own.
The truth of it, of course, is that the semi-finals were made up of the four most courageous sides. They all had their wobbles, but they all confronted adversity with an unwavering eye, and an unerring bat.
The game evolves, all the time, and it seems that 50-over cricket is in its latest phase, where teams bat deep and have one talisman that they look to for inspiration.
The final, between
Everywhere they go, they create a beautiful cricketing riot of colour, character and contrasting culture.
Naturally, they will roll up in a half-baked pumpkin, still fixing their frock, and Mickey Arthur still fixing their make-up.
A fortnight ago, he was an hour away from the sack, but he is now a good game away from having the freedom of
The stories he could tell... the hairs he must have lost.
This clash is the best way for this crazy carnival of cricket to end. There is no cat in hell’s chance of calling it with any certainty, because
Absolutely anything could materialise, but you can be sure that the atmosphere will be absolutely bonkers.
Mind-blasting, the Indians say.
Zindabad! Is how
It will be frenetic, fantastic and all manner of fun. In a world of too much cricket, most of it forgettable, this bit called the Champions Trophy can most certainly stay.
Long live the upsets.