There is a condition that I have: I forget the name. It’s like night terrors or sleep paralysis. I am often convinced someone is in the room at the foot of my bed and I wake up screaming or attacking them.
Other people have it too. Some scientists believe that alien abduction and ghost stories can often been explained away with this condition.
Ofcourse it’s also possible that there really is someone in my room, and in my hazy freshly woken state I just don’t see them get away time and time again.
The nightmare for Australia was that their middle order was exactly as shit as they thought they were.
That they couldn’t score against the spinners, wouldn’t rotate the strike and under extreme pressure would fall apart.
Every night Australia has had this dream, and every night of the tournament they wake up screaming and check beside them to make sure Shane Watson is still there.
Tonight, Shane Watson wasn’t.
It was just as ugly as all the nightmares suggested.
In the end all they needed to score was 112, and they did that because Mike Hussey was awake the whole time, although it didn’t seem like he was always conscious.
You could also give all the credit to Pakistan for almost flat out refusing to try pace, and for being really good. But let’s focus on how utterly shit Australia looked without Watson making runs.
Now they have two games in which to fix this problem.
Knock out games.
And they’ll have precisely no warm up matches between now and them to practice.
But on the plus side, it’s not a nightmare, it’s a reality. Doesn’t that feel better?
Result: Shane Watson bleeds human blood, and Shoaib Malik ruined the 20 overs of spin thing.