There was a “teenager” and his older brother.
A comeback kid.
A former captain.
A current captain.
A blogger with a fucked up finger.
And 32 runs.
While the world was watching the big three in action (Australia, India and England), the working class side and the team without a home fought out a proper piece of test cricket.
I saw highlights, and not many.
Sky showed the big three, but this test, and its excitement were not on show.
I don’t know how much pain was in IOB’s eyes. I don’t know how many nails Vettori bit. I can’t tell you whether Umar Akmal had a tear as he walked off. And I can’t tell you how close it felt to the fans who were watching it.
But I am sure it was good for cricket.
A test match coming down to the witching hour.
Two evenly matched teams clawing at each other’s throats.
Collapses, comebacks and teen dreams.
I wish I had seen the fucker.
Now let us all hope that IOB’s finger comes good so he can give us all the details of his heroism.
Oh, and I may have forgotten to say this earlier, but that guy with the sore finger wrote a chapter in my book.
