Apologies for the light posting; I was away in India for the Christmas holidays, and my parents’ Internet connection leaves something to be desired. While I was there, however, it was 24/7 cricket for me, what with 3 channels dedicated exclusively to the game (highlights, highlights, highlights!). While the India-England thing fizzled, the South Africa-Australia series lived up to its promise, and that’s what I want to talk about now.
If I were an Australian fan, I’d be absolutely delighted with the 2-1 result. I’m not, especially after Ricky Ponting claimed yet another catch that he shouldn’t have (one recalls the Ganguly incident, from another more infamous Sydney Test). But, really, now is the time for an Australian to watch his team again. I’ve always said that it’s better to be a Pakistani or Indian fan, because the inconsistency — maddening though it may be — also yields so much more pleasure and delight. Imagine, just for a second, that the Indian team won all the time, like the Australians did. This might satsify the most hysterical fans, but it honestly shouldn’t: where’s the fun in that? Where’s the unexpected brilliance?