Ponting brings it
For an Aussie fan it can't get much better than sitting with the Barmy Army and watching Ponting and Watson dismantle England
I picked this game for the epic history between these two phenomenal teams. My prediction was that Australia were favorites but England, having had the all-important resurgence since landing on South African shores, were the more-than-capable underdogs. Unfortunately the good old Aussies have that undeniable big-match temperament.
Australia, as always.
At first it looked like Tim Bresnan, but in the end there is no question that Shane Watson showed maturity and poise to take Australia home. He started off slow but opened up and expressed himself once he and his captain settled into a rhythm.
I would have liked to see Australia bat first, to see just how far their explosive batting line-up could have taken them.
A good match-up was between Watson and James Anderson, with the new ball. Anderson extracted some movement early on and even when England were dead and buried, he still peppered Watson with some spicy short balls.
We took along all the apparel we could find. There were no guesses as to who we were supporting, oversized flag and all.
A tie between a huge six hit by Watson over midwicket which hit a boy on the head at the grass embankment right next to where we were sitting and Ponting's 12,000th run. Shows that the calls for his retirement are hopelessly advanced.
James Hopes fielded at the boundary where I was sitting. What a sad day. All the Australians are perceived to be more than adequate fielders, but unfortunately Mr Hopes dropped two catches that might have seen England all out for 120. On a minor note: only the England players were willing to give signatures to the fans.
Watson's six over midwicket to get to his hundred was fantastically timed, perfectly balanced and a clear sign of dominance over the England attack. But the shot that really spoke to the purists was a pull by Ponting: bisecting the on-side field, it really did look like a tracer bullet under the lights. It was utterly unstoppable - a classic, against a good ball just short of a length.
England were hot favorites at the ground (which might be due to their opponents being Australia in South Africa). The ground was not at capacity but you wouldn't have known if you were stuck in the Barmy Army section in an Australia shirt. There was one crowd catch, taken over the head off a shot hit straight back over the bowler; somewhat lucky to hold onto it but a great catch in the end.
Only the Barmy Army legion near us was really dressed up. If only they kept their shirts on…
"Raining Men" for Ponting, seriously? Not sure what that was about.
Traffic was well controlled and the event very well organised, but the fact that parking cost nearly as much as the ticket is a bitter pill to swallow.
In three simple words: bigger is better. It is unfathomable that this form of the game might be dying out.
A Barmy shirt read: "Marvellous. Bloody Marvellous"
There is no question England were totally outplayed, but still a great game to watch with Bresnan fighting back. And what a show from Ponting and Watson. The crowd was great, with a lot of participation, and great catering from the hosts made it an exceptional day off work.