I was afraid that this England Pakistan series would be two attrition loving teams making sure they didn’t make mistakes as they both comfortably got to 0-0.
That might still happen.
Although today was funner than seeing a borne film on a roller coaster, the series could still dribble out staid draws and the two teams could end up sitting on the pot and not shitting.
But today England shit a bit.
And so did the rest of the world, with laughter.
Before this England had shown to be a largely robotic team that could capitalise on flaws and had even learnt the hardest art in modern cricket, the un-collapse.
192 is a long way from 51, 47 or 43, but it’s a cock up.
And England may end up winning this series, and travelling on their next couple of subbie adventures with their pith helmets held high.
Or they could shit themselves and prove to naysayers that they are grass merchants who who frown on brown.
I think both are ideal outcomes.
If England do fight back here, and then beat the Lankans and Indians, they’ll be a number 1 number one. So cricket will have another great enemy that needs to be brought down.
If England don’t fight back, and they continue to play spin like it’s got herpes, world cricket will have another good ordinary side for the other teams to play awkward teenage sex Tests with.
Today’s English collapse was against a bowler with a career average and strike rate of 30/68. He’s a bowler that when he has a good day, he has a real good day, when he has a bad day you might as well rent a truck and drive over him.
England aren’t going to come up against too many Ajmal’s in the world, but it’s comforting to know that when they do, their capacity to shit themselves still remains, even if this was a shart my modern Test standards.
So either they fight back and we all marvel at the professional nature of the new England.
Or they fall apart while we all point and laugh.
Cricket can’t lose. England can.