Iain O'Brien

It’s Friday night and I’m knackered. After playing on Tuesday for Leicestershire against Nottingham, travelling here to just outside of Oxford to join the training camp for the World Twenty20 and training hard the last couple of days, the last thing I could think of is a Friday night out on the juice; well not quite, I could actually go a couple, but they won’t be good for me, so I’ll give them a miss.

Tuesday’s match result did not matter for us in terms of progressing in the FPT competition. We were already out of contention for the semis. Of course we were out there to win, and to do our best to win but it was also a chance to change the team up a little and give a couple of guys a game in either different positions or just be playing. This was my first game back after getting hit in the ribs 10 days ago. I had had a really good bowl in the nets the previous day, which was my first bowl back, and I was surprised at how good I felt and how pain free I was while bowling; that doesn’t happen very often!! Straightaway I felt good at the crease and had that sometimes illusive rhythm. I passed myself fit for next day’s game and was really looking forward to getting back out and playing.

Weather was not forecasted great for the game and it kept its promise. Rain came in a couple of times and eventually finished Notts’ innings at about the 36 over mark. The rain kept coming in and only left time for a ten-over chase, and we were set 77 for a win. We didn’t quite get there after losing a couple of wickets close together in the middle of the chase. It wasn’t to be today and there was that too familiar feeling of a loss.

I bowled 6.3 overs for around 30 which I was reasonably happy with. My first two overs I felt really good, bowled well and tied them down nicely. My next two I tried to bowl a little too fast, I was just so excited to be back out on the park, fit, and feeling good and I got a little carried away. I pulled it back in the last two overs of my spell and picked up a wicket in a maiden over and then my next only went for one. A good finish to my first match and spell back and I could now head off to this training camp with confidence that I am both fit and feeling good with my bowling.

I’ve got a bit of time on my hands at the moment. Playing for Leicestershire in the most recent Championship match (four-day) I got hit in the ribs while batting in the second innings. I’ll come to that in a bit.

So, so far over here I haven’t done as well as I’d have hoped. In my first couple of matches my action wasn’t really there and had to do some work on it during a training session that I managed to squeeze in before this Championship match. I had a good little bowl out in the middle in training, slowed everything down and just concentrated on a strong load-up and release. My run-up rhythm came quickly and then all of a sudden I was hitting the catcher’s glove hard from a nice length. It had come back to me and I had learnt some more about where my action needs to be and how to get it there when it falls over.

Well, it’s cold here right now. I’m at home in England, on the couch about to pack and drive to Bristol for the start of tomorrow’s Championship match vs Gloucestershire. I’ve been over here for two weeks now after a few extra days back in New Zealand waiting on my passport to come back with a visa entry stamp in it to come and play for Leicestershire.

I must, again, thank the good guys at Post Haste for helping me out a whole heap. My passport had to go to Canberra, Australia, to get the visa. I knew that as soon as it came back into NZ on its way back to me the ‘track and trace’ number that I could watch online would be activated. So as soon as it landed and was in the Post Haste system, I was on to them to get it to me ASAP. The last week I was back in NZ I was never far from a computer so that I could check to see if it had got back to Auckland on its way back to me in Wellington. I had also been changing my flights, almost every day, hoping the passport would turn up. So, at 3.45pm, a couple of Tuesdays ago, I saw, online, my passport had reached Auckland. If I was to get out that day I would need to:

a) somehow pick it up in Auckland as it wasn’t going to make it to Wellington in time b) change my flight and hope that there was a seat available.

So that was one nervous, stressful and in the end a successful afternoon. Flights changed, that was the easy bit. Picking up the passport that was going to take some magic, and somehow the planets aligned and it worked out! Again, Post Haste, Jimmy Sales, Phil and the others who helped out, an massive thank you from me and of course my wife.

It's probably about time I sat down and did a bit of a catch up, starting with the final day of international cricket for the summer in New Zealand.

Originally, I was going to get this done sitting in the departures lounge of Auckland Airport as I waited for me flight to the UK to join up with Leicestershire, but as I am still sitting here in Wellington, over a week after my original departure date I thought it was about time got this all down.

My summer of bowling has finished and I have just had a real good feed of fried chicken, approved and signed off by both our trainer and physio. I need to put some weight back on my body and fried chicken is a good place to start. I haven't had a feed like that for a very long time and I am actually not feeling the best after it, as my body isn't used to a high-fat meal at the moment. But I'll survive and I'm sure I'll be okay in the morning.

So, we're chasing down 600-plus, well not really chasing it down but we're out there hanging tough to draw this match. Chasing that score, on any deck, has never been done, not even close and it won't be done here in Wellington. Time is the only thing against us and with us.

India batted for over an hour this morning. I opened from the Adelaide Road end into the wind. I wasn't feeling as strong or quick as I was the night before even after a good rest and massage; all the bowling has really taken its toll on my body. My first couple of overs went just fine, lines ok, lengths not bad. And then Yuvraj happened; eighteen off one over. Three fours and a six, and my lengths weren't too bad, maybe a touch short, but not so much that I deserved to be hit like I was. He can play. Though it did loosen him up and Tommy got him to go hard on the drive and nick one through to Rossco at first.

Well, it wasn't quite a scythe that we took to the Indian batsmen, more a small, not so sharp, butter knife; but we hung tough and were rewarded with two wickets just after lunch and then a couple late in the day.

It was always going to be a hard day, the pitch was flat, the wind was going to be tough to deal with and our bodies are sore and tired; it was going to be Test cricket, plain and simple.

We obviously wanted early wickets and they just didn't come. I started up wind, where I have made a name for myself here in Wellington. My first couple of overs were okay, but not great, I couldn't quite find my areas and I have a feeling I was trying too hard. I finished up wind and soon had a go down the breeze. Now I was really trying too hard here to bowl fast and I didn't do my job very well. I wanted to bowl quick, hit the deck hard and then see if I could get a 'wafty' drive for a nick to pick up a wicket. I was too straight and then too wide to Gautam Gambhir and didn't really get to bowl to Rahul Dravid. I really wanted to bowl to the right-hander but just couldn't manipulate the over to get Dravid on strike.

Not the day I was hoping for is an understatement.

I sat down to write this a little earlier but wasn't really in a good mood and what I was typing was a little bit angry, I was having a bit of a moan about a few things, not related to today's play either. But I'll leave all that because I'm feeling better now; best not to blog angry, huh!?

Today didn't go to plan, I think it's fair to say. It started off pretty well, Tommy (Martin -> Marto > Tom Marto ... get it??) picked up Sharma, first ball of the third over of the day. We're off the park, boots off and feet up.

Just another day in the park, huh! The body is pretty tired, even my arms started to feel lethargic this afternoon; I could really do with a couple of days with my feet up watching our boys bat. We have a pretty damn good chance of that happening too, we need one more wicket tomorrow morning and then the boots come off, recovery continues, I'll eat plenty, drink lots, wear my compression tights and stretch lots. But that won’t happen until we get that last wicket.

Tough start today, we would have loved to have batted first on that pitch; it looks and has played like a good one-day wicket. Seeing as we need to win this Test to draw the series we had to take a chance, play the extra seamer and bowl first. It wasn't quite the start we'd hoped for though. Sehwag, again, took the attack to the new ball. He really has no regard for how openers 'should' play, it's exciting that's for sure and I can tell you I was a very happy boy when he nicked one, off me, through to Baz [McCullum]. It wasn't quite the length I was trying to bowl to him, it was the line though and when Dan [Vettori] got to the huddle to celebrate with us, and I got a big hug from him. We know how much getting Sehwag as early as possible changes the course of the first session and day.

I know this is a day late, for that you must forgive me, or not.

Yesterday, when I would normally wrap up Day 5 and the Test match in this blog, was not a day for me to be doing too much; except that I was flat out trying to sort out recovery from the Test, travel plans, visa applications, get a hair cut, attending and speak at the Wellington Cricket Age Grade Prize Giving and then eating, which I had almost neglected all day. Not the day that I needed after three days (273 overs) in the field. The day I would have prescribed, in a perfect world, would have been a sleep in till 9 or 10, up for some breakfast, off to the pool for a swim and a spa and then the rest of the day doing nothing but eating and drinking water. That didn't happen, I was busy all day!

So, Day 5. We needed early wickets, two wickets, as I said, would hopefully open up the tail. We had to get two early to have a chance of getting the next couple with a harder newer ball and then the tail to come. Tommy (Chris Martin) opened up and he had Sachin caught by Baz (Brendon McCullum) at a time that kept us in the game. We then went as hard as we could, doing everything we could think of to dislodge VVS (Laxman) and Gambhir. I took over from Jeets (Jeetan Patel) and hit the crease hard, got through my first two overs with out really troubling either of these two. So the plan had to change. Dan (Daniel Vettori) and I decided I would just go as hard as possible at them, bounce them, bowl full, slower balls, just go through every variation looking for either something out of the deck or a mistake from the batters. Round and over the wicket to both, a lot of bouncers with a field set for hook shots and fended shots. I came as hard as I could for as long as I could, three times I asked Dan for “one more over” and he gave it to me, and then called me off after and eight over spell. It was good honest competition on a track that offered no variable bounce and very little spin doing everything we could to force a mistake.

	Here's hoping Rahul Dravid's stay is shorter next time © Getty Images

To call that a tough day at the office is an understatement. We battled, we toiled, we slogged, and we did everything we could to take from dislodge the Indian batsmen; alas there was only three on view today.

Up around 8am this morning to post my day three blog and catch up with a couple of emails, off to breakfast at 8.30 and then to the ground at 9.30. We’re on the park for warm-ups at 10am and I get through my stretches, throwing, fielding and warm-up deliveries and am off the park about 25 minutes before start time. In this time it’s usually a couple of waters, a sit down, get into my whites and then out for a few more warm-up balls about seven to eight minutes before the start.

I wasn’t feeling too bad after all of yesterday in the field, sure I wasn’t as fresh as I’d have loved to be, but not too bad. I was to start up this morning, but as I bowled the last over from the beach end, Dan [Vettori] had to bowl one to change me around. The plan was to continue with what we did yesterday, hang tough on our lengths and make life as hard as possible to both score and be out there.

My rhythm had come back to me last night and the warm-ups had gone well so I hit this spell with a good feeling. I started well, hit my areas and had that ‘snap’ in the delivery. The pitch really wasn’t helping us too much so it was going to be a case of us doing different things to create results. I use the crease a lot when pitches get flat or when there’s a lot of movement, for different reasons. On pitches like this I use the width of the crease to create different angles, going wide, maybe in the middle and then back to close to the stumps, in varying patterns. By doing this I can ‘explore’ different parts of the pitch to find out if there is anything there variable. Also by changing the angles it means my stock ball is different, but still the same, for it just starts from somewhere else.