It would be easy to say that David Warner was a bear who saw a small dog get run over and then went about eating it in an exaggerated manner by the side of the road as cars roared past.
But this innings was more than that, even though it was exactly that.
David Warner didn’t just go out there and get his slog on. He started with sensible shots, worked the ball into gaps, but away the bad balls and then bitch slapped Vinay Kumar the way the rappers talk about doing it.
Warner used thuggish brutality and batting smarts.
It was a top Test attacking innings by a guy who smashes the fuck out of the ball in T20.
It wasn’t Warner’s fault he was playing against a team drawn by unimaginative children.
All Warner did was what any good attacking Test batsman would do, he sensed the opposition were shithouse, and he beat the living fuck out of them.
Sure, he did it with lofted drives, risky pulls and a sweep through mid off, but that’s the tools he has.
He’s not a batting artist; he’s a batting Neanderthal.
Today he clubbed India on the head and dragged it back to his cave for some non-consensual loving, cave man style.
This innings was smackdown.
I mean there was even the moment where his cockiness meant he got hit in the head, but it was all for show, because there is no single substance harder than Warner’s head.
They probably spent most of that delay trying to find a new ball.
I think if I had a dog that was a bit unruly and likely to bite random strangers, I’d name it Warner.
I’d love that dog right up until the government made me put it down.