The death and the renaissance

The last decade could not have started on a worse note. The image of Hansie Cronje sitting in the press conference, in which he pleaded guilty of fixing matches in India, haunted me like hell for a long time. We thought that Cricket wouldn’t be the same again. And Cronje was not alone. Azhar was banned for life, Jadeja for 5 years, Salim Malik got a life ban after the Pakistan inquiry and Herschelle Gibbs narrowly escaped, courtesy India’s butter fingers. And accusations were flying here, there and everywhere. They said Akram, Lara, Stewart and who not? Infact SA as an entire team almost came close to tanking a match.

How could we watch another match without a suspicion? Almost every dropped catch from then on had a different connotation, a missed run out raised eye brows, a more curious case was when the batsman played a reckless shot and the fielder dropped the catch – are they both trying to tank it? Standing today it might appear like exaggeration but trust me these fears were true then. How about the past matches? Was the India vs Zim match fixed in the 1999 world cup? And the super six game against Australia in the same world cup? What about the match against Kenya at home that we lost? And that WI vs Kenya match in 1996 WC or the India vs SL semifinal in the same world cup? Hell, even the flip of a coin became a suspicious activity after Prabhakar’ revelation.

Sriram Dayanand wrote a masterful rant on Cricket’s crisis later in the decade with an apt title “Stop pissing in my coffee”. But the match fixing saga felt like someone choked my breath, forget pissing in my coffee. That emotional investment of over a decade seemed to go junk all at once. And since Cricket was such an integral part of my life, it lead to cynicism across other aspects of my life as well. Is there anything sacred in the world at all? Surely innocence is dead or so I thought then.

As we were grappling with the after effects of match fixing scandal in India, the Australian team under Steve Waugh was running roughshod over all comers, threatening to push off even that mighty West Indian team under Clive Lloyd from the pinnacle. Surely Australian public didn’t have a problem anywhere remotely close to their Indian counterpart. If anything they could only think that their players took money to over perform, such was their dominance during that time. And they were scheduled to come to India to conquer what Steve Waugh described as the last frontier.

“We promise to make it 18-0” said Waugh, standing at a 15-0 scoreline – is this cricket or tennis? A subset of that 15-0 scoreline was the 3-0 drubbing, they handed India down under a little over a year before. India after the 3-0 drubbing also lost their next home series 2-0 against the visiting South Africans (the match fixing tour) – the first series loss at home in close to 15 years. Then a scratchy victory against B’ladesh was followed by a 1-0 series victory over Zim at home. The form book of the two teams could not have been more contrasting.

With the match fixing saga still haunting, a struggling Indian team under a relatively new captain and without their greatest match winner to take on a rampaging Australian team was surely not a salivating prospect. But only if you undermine the Sachin effect that is. What if the innocence was dead the world over? Sachin was there for us – no one doubts the god. We knew he can still win us the series almost single-handedly, like he did the last time around in 1998 even without Kumble. So with that hope we switched on the TV sets and all the hope evaporated in no time, with yet another batting collapse, but there was the consolation of a little gem from Sachin though. But 176 against the world champions was way too short. Harbhajan nearly caused an Aussie collapse, well nearly, but Gilchrist took the game away from us with a whirlwind of an innings, which established a comfortable first innings lead for the Aussies.

Was there any more hope left? Hope there surely was, with Dravid and Sachin fighting every inch until for the umpteenth time Sachin got out in a dubious fashion pulling Mark Waugh which ricocheted off Langer’s shoulders at short leg for Ponting to complete a diving catch at mid-wicket. That was that. Unlike the mind games between Ganguly and Waugh before the series, there was only one winner on the field. Ruthless and clinical, the Aussies looked all set to fulfill their captain’s promise of making it 18-0.

By the time the bandwagon moved to Kolkata, we had almost given up hope but for a miracle nothing could save us. The Aussies piled on the runs in the first innings again despite a Harbhajan show with Steve Waugh scoring a hundred. In our turn the openers were back in the pavilion in no time and we looked upto Sachin again but it was not to be. For the first time, I saw Sachin being completely outfoxed by the opponent. Mcgrath had done his homework on Sachin perfectly this time. We could see him consciously shining the ball the moment Sachin came out to the crease. First ball, a sharp inswinger which Sachin just about manages to flick to square leg. Is that the cunning plan? A sharp inswinger to trap Sachin in front while playing his trademark flick? Oh it was and guess what, despite it being so obvious, Mcgrath still succeeded and trapped Sachin right in front. Switch off the TV man, forget Cricket, find something else to indulge, it’s simply not worth it – I was telling myself.

Switch off; I did only to switch it on a few minutes later! Laxman made an entertaining fifty and even the cheap pleasure of enjoying that while we were sliding down rather fast was denied by a bad umpiring decision. And with that we fell 74 runs still adrift of the follow on target. Steve Waugh was licking his lips, the final frontier appears to be a mere formality from here on, marches his bowlers to have one more crack at the Indian batsmen, enforcing the follow on without much of a hesitation. The script didn't change much in the second innings either even though Laxman and Dravid swapped places. Sachin failed in the second innings as well, a fighting partnership between Ganguly and Laxman seemed to delay the inevitable and Ganguly fell soon after as well. At 232 for 4, a guy who’s just been demoted to no.6 after a poor run, joins the guy who’s in the XI on borrowed time. They played out the rest of the day without any more damage. At least we would make them bat again, we thought at the end of the day.

Make them bat again? We did so much so that we could even dismiss them! Laxman and Dravid batted the entire day without giving a semblance of a real chance. That Dravid was overshadowed by Laxman is both sad and appropriate. Sad, because Dravid played out of his skin to prove his worth to the team, after facing a barrage of criticism post the Mumbai test. Appropriate, because for all the greatness of Dravid’s innings, Laxman was playing on a different planet. He didn’t look like getting out and nor he did have a problem in piercing the field as frequently as he wished. We have seen both Sachin and Lara at their best, but on this day, Laxman surpassed both of them. A bowling attack comprising of Mcgrath, Gillespie, Warne and Kasprowicz was made to look pedestrian so much so that Steve Waugh ended up using 9 bowlers in the innings. From the thoughts of making the Aussies bat again at the end of the third day, Laxman gave Ganguly a happy headache of deciding when to declare! Dramatic turnarounds, come from behind victories, back to the wall counter-attacking innings – we have seen them all before. But this day and this test surpassed all that we had seen in the past. The final day provided for the perfect finish to the test match with Harbhajan - with a fair bit of help from Sachin - ran through the Aussie batting line up in a little more than one session, to complete the mother of all come from behind victories.

This test match changed Indian Cricket forever. The match fixing row was a distant nightmare now, we are not a one man army any more, succumbing under pressure was not our cardinal trait and so on. Infact this was the foundation on which our test team was built, which has reached the pinnacle today. But of all its significances, the most important is that this test match buried the ghosts of match fixing completely. When Slater dropped Sachin’s catch in the next match at Chepauk, 'Pressure' was the word that came to mind and not any nexus with a bookie, when Indian batting collapsed once again in the fourth innings after Ramesh’s run-out, we rued our stupidity and lack of nerves and not lack of intent. It became a genuine world all over again or at least this test help successfully create that illusion which has been sustainable since then….