Was it George Bernard Shaw who watched a Test match for a few hours at length only toask when it would begin? He should have been around now. As the curtain rises onMacCricket바카라™s megaevent, grabbing the subcontinent바카라™s collective sportsconsciousness by the jugular, the refrain will soon be: why should itend? End, it will,like all good things, but only after the glorious contradictions of life (and one-daycricket) have been showcased by the stud of sports over 37 days at 34 centres in threecountries from this part of the world for the second time in seven years.
Cricket is life.
There are the parsimonious (Curtley Ambrose, Wasim Akram, Javagal Srinath, Fanie DeVilliers), the elegant (Mohammed Azharuddin, Mark Waugh), the rich and adventurous (SachinTendulkar, Brian Lara, Romesh Kaluwitharana), the shrewd (Mark Taylor, Arjuna Ranatunga),the wily (Shane Warne, Anil Kumble, Mushtaq Mohammed and Mutthiah Muralitharan), the agile(Jonty Rhodes, Brian McMillan), the spirited (Manoj Prabhakar, Michael Atherton), theyoung (Paul Adams), the old (Javed Miandad, Nolan Clarke), the ageing (Courtney Walsh,Curtley Ambrose), the innocent (UAE, Kenya) and the poor (Holland).
And there will be victory, defeat, agony and ecstasy aplenty asCricket바카라™s Greatest Year begins. The pitches will be placid, the pressurecooker-tight. But over the next month as the steam builds up, on television, innewspapers, in drawing rooms, schools, colleges and offices, one-day cricket will be allthere is to daily life.
Is cricket really an Indian game accidentally invented by the British?Forget the bomb blasts, forget the death threats, forget the TV rights row, forget thelong distances, is there any other host country capable of providing such an atmosphere?
Oh, how the purists will baulk at the breeze of free-market economyblowing across Eden Gardens when the event바카라”the consummation of a Marwari바카라™sbusiness acumen and a Sardarji바카라™s enterprise바카라”becomes a tantalising showcase forplayers and products; a battlefield for the robust and the run-of-the-mill.
And even the Jagmohan Dalmiyas and Inderjit Singh Bindras may have toapplaud when every rule will be broken in the shameless pursuit of the championship byAzhar and his men as well as by Akram, Ranatunga, Atherton, Cronje, Richardson, Taylor andtheir men. Coubert바카라™s cliche on the taking part, not just the triumph, will be laidlow. And how.
As naked ambition fuels performances, igniting passions, there will belittle time for spectators and viewers바카라”even players바카라”to savour the wins, evenless time to brood over the losses. The joy will be momentary, the pleasure incidental.The memories permanent.
In that sense perhaps, instant cricket mirrors the times we livein바카라”frenzied, fast-paced, ever changing and never changing. Win, or out. For, there islots at stake for players and teams, and all that they stand for. Indeed, as TV screensincessantly flicker logos and commercials, the line between cricket and industry willblur.
But Mammon is not the only God at whose feet the 168 stars will fall.Glory is what will drive them바카라”the pride of representing their country and bringing itprestige. Forget the business. Sports is all about glory. About doing things in style,with a flourish, and beating the others, not waiting for them to die of boredom.
After myriad twists and turns, plenty of close shaves, big hits andnear misses, when the last ball at the Gadaffi Stadium바카라”bowled hopefully by aleggie바카라”separates the men from the boys, the victors from the vanquished, the WillsWorld Cup will have in many ways lived up to its mascot, Googly.
Because life, like cricket, in all its vicissitudes, is much like facing a legspinner바카라™s most potent ball바카라”it could come your way while seeming to go the otherway.
Life is a googly. Life is cricket.
