HAS THE CRICKET MATCH BEEN WON? NO NOT YET!!
HAS THE CRICKET MATCH BEEN WON? NOT YET! The West Indian batsman shuffled across and met the ball slightly outside his offstump , the ball hurtling at about 90 mph, and thumped it past cover. Immaculate and perfectly timed. The cherry hugged mother earth, green as green grass can be, and raced to the fence. The four slips, a gully and the wicket keeper, waiting for that snick, along with the extra cover, just stood and watched. The moment was greeted with silence. Deafening silence. I felt sad. The eleven men, the two batsmen and the two umpires, all in majestic white flannels and green cap, against a green top ground at Southampton, England, was playing cricket in all its majestic glory. Test cricket and not the short variety. The red cherry that defines real cricket. The English speedster, hurtling with nine men breathing down the neck of a young West Indian batsmen , the ball dug in hard and then moving away off the air or off the seam at 92 mph, the young batsmen, nonchalantl...