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Saturday, August 11, 2007

Kumble!

Who'd a thunk it? Anil Kumble scored his maiden Test hundred today. And it confirmed India's first series win in England for close to 22 years. It was a fighting, assured innings, dotted with predominantly off-side boundaries. Seriously, he frustrated the heck out of England, adding 97 for the second wicket with Dhoni, and 62 and 73 for the eighth and tenth wickets. Well played, Jumbo.

Notice the difference in batting averages of the two sides so far (up to day two of the final Test) - England's batting order: Strauss 35.80, Cook 32.75, Vaughan 60.50, Pietersen 50.75, Collingwood 23.75, Bell 15.00, and Prior 15.25. India's batting order: Jaffer 37.00, Karthik 51.00, Dravid 28.50, Tendulkar 45.40, Ganguly 48.00, Laxman 39.75, and Dhoni 57.66. The key difference? The last three of each. Thats made all the difference.

Spare a thought for Prior, who dropped a couple of catches and let through 33 byes, which is the second-highest in a single Test innings.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Remembering Azhar

Helping a friend and colleague form a Sachin Tendulkar quiz, I popped the question: "Sachin Tendulkar was the first player to score 10,000 runs in one-day internationals. Whose record did he break?" The answer, of course, is Mohammad Azharuddin. I wanted to see how many ODI runs Azhar finished with, so I went to his player page, and soon found myself looking through images of him. It brought back memories of a batsmen I used to love to watch. Forget Tendulkar, on his day, Azhar was the man to watch.

I didn't watch cricket when he scored those hundreds at Auckland, Lord's and Old Trafford (England couldn't stop him from the moment he made his debut) early in his career, but how can I forget that century against South Africa at Eden Gardens, off just 74 balls? India up against it, 119 for 6, and then bang! Lance Klusener is hit for five successive fours as he tries to pepper Azhar with the short stuff. Or the hundred in partnership with Tendulkar at Cape Town? Or that 108 on a seaming, first-day Wellington pitch in 1998. Alas, these hundreds all came in losses.


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Time and again, the way he would make you think he was going to fall over, but then like some oriental master, placed, not flicked, the ball between square leg and midwicket with a delecate roll of the wrists. More times than not, the ball sped away to the boundary from the impact of those magical wrists.

Then there was his assurance, the way he strutted to the middle, collar up and taveez hanging out from his unbottuned shirt, looked around at the field, and refused to get bogged down by a crisis. I have memories of Azhar putting wrong back to right, or atleast a score defendable by the bowlers, who invariably cocked up. The way he would build an innings, sweetly adding single by single, boundary by boundary. He wasn't a great runner between the wickets, nor was he a natural lofter of the cricket ball. His forte was playing along the ground, the purer, safer way. Yes, he would some big sixes to send the crowd into raptures, but I liked Azhar when he flicked it along the ground, or drove, front foot moving forward just slightly, with his tongue protruding. That was an artist at work.

He had his issues against pace, especially the rising delivery, but he did dismantle Klusener, a tearaway on debut, and Shoaib Akhtar in the height of his pace, in the 1999 World Cup, making room and thumping the ball through the off side. Against spin, he would take it from out in front of his pad and turn it away, finding the gaps with ease.

I remember two one-day innings of 81 in the Asia Cup of '97, when he forced his way back into the side after being dropped. The was a hunger in the way he batted, but the elegance masked the anger, thankfully.

These memories crashed down when the match-fixing scandal broke and Azhar was banned for life. Someone who appeared so decent and dignified had fallen from grace. I was numbed and still am.

But I wouldn't mind seeing that flick to leg just one more time.