Gone in 22 overs
No contest, no crowd, little music. Oh well, at least there was Billy Doctrove
My short visit to India allowed me to watch one game in Delhi this week and the semi-final was an easy winner over the dead rubber on Monday. Given the two teams' performances in the Champions League thus far, and their previous encounters this year, I expected a tight, low-scoring game. Turns out I would only be right about the low-scoring part.
T&T, without a doubt. The way they have played their cricket brims with a sense of entitlement not seen for over two decades in the Caribbean.
Despite Warner's impressive hitting at the start of the Blues' innings, the first over from Australia's first-choice spinner vaporised any chances the Vics had of chasing the stiff target. Although he bowled less and less menacingly as the ball got older (perhaps due to the dew), Nathan Hauritz's two wickets put paid to the aggression the Bushrangers needed to win.
The turnout for the game was disappointing. Although the tickets weren't prohibitively expensive, given that the organisers probably knew about the less-than-spectacular sales, I would have liked to see them pack the stadium with students to build atmosphere.
Heading into the game I was looking forward to the delectable prospect of a mean fast bowler, Peter Siddle, taking aim at the NSW openers, who were sure to hurl the kitchen sink at his bowling. After starting off with a very painful-looking blow to Hughes, Siddle was treated rather shabbily by Warner in his second (19-run) over, which might have well cost the Vics the match.
There was keen interest in Andrew McDonald's bowling, as most spectators recognised him as Victoria's best bowler on show. The batsmen struggled to maintain their momentum once he came on, and when he castled Daniel Smith, the crowd appreciated it with some extended celebrations. Soon after, we heard the resounding crack of leather on willow and the ball floated into the stands as Simon Katich deposited Jon Holland over wide long on. The celebrations came to an abrupt end and the little support that McDonald had eked out for the Bushrangers all but vanished.
While the Blues were teeing off, Rob Quiney was at the boundary near my seat. The cheers from the fans got no response from him, and he was thoroughly vilified for a misfield that gave away a boundary. Damien Wright and John Hastings, who were hanging out near the ropes, were cheered, and gave embarrassed smiles and waves back. David Warner fielded in that area for the Blues, and after the first few overs, the pressure was off and he thoroughly enjoyed the attention he got from the fans, responding to the crowd chanting his name with a Bollywood-inspired jig.
Apart from a shot of Billy Doctrove dancing on his way out of the dressing room, I cannot recall one that I would describe with superlatives. Matthew Wade's variety of scoops did make for enjoyable viewing and added some spice to a game that was all over by then.
The crowd was extremely sparse and clustered around the mini stages set up for the cheerleaders. The wickets, boundaries and sixes got reactions in the first innings, but the second innings was rather dull. The MC tried his hardest on the microphone to get the fans involved, but he was rejected like a nerd who has asked the prom queen out. The crowd reserved their enthusiasm for a cheerleader who was doing some impressive gymnastic moves by herself, but it was a rather uninspired atmosphere overall.
The limited repertoire of the DJ and the abuse of the trumpet calls for cheers meant that the evening was very unpleasant aurally.
I did not spot any myself. At one point rumours that Bollywood star Zayed Khan was behind us caused the people in our section to be looking back, saving Andrew McDonald the ignominy of being seen getting bowled after a rather unsuccessful innings.
The game was interesting for all of 22 overs. The Blues' blistering start was followed by some good bowling from the Vics, who then allowed the Blues to regain the initiative right at the death. NSW took this momentum into the second innings and it was all over when Brad Hodge was trapped in front. The crowds did not turn up in numbers, and those that did didn't seem very interested in the cricket. The atmosphere was uninspiring and the game one-sided, but on the bright side, we were able to get some great seats.
Definitely a very low score. Between the lack of strong support for either team and lack of self-belief in one, the game struggles to rack up more than a measly 3, all of which go to the enjoyable opening partnership that the Blues put on, and that Hauritz over.