1992 parallels, Kohli's statesmanship, and the Afridi award for retirement
From the pitches to the commentary booth to Twitter memes and press conference gems, a look at the highs and lows of the World Cup
If a ball was in the air, then Martin Guptill was somewhere close by (or far away) to grab it • PA Photos/Getty Images
By Rohit Sharma.
Any. All.
Anything Avishka Fernando played. Ditto Babar Azam. Carlos Brathwaite's six that wasn't because of Trent Boult. Ben Stokes' six that was because of Trent Boult. Jimmy Neesham's Super Over six. MS Dhoni's leaves. Mitchell Santner's leave/duck to the last ball of New Zealand's innings in the final.
@JofraArcher
Pakistan cricket Twitter. In defeat, in triumph, in despair, in elation, when not even playing, nobody did it better.
Rain.
Lasith Malinga, whose 4 for 43 against England simultaneously blew this tournament up and kept it alive. His reward was for his belly to be meme-d.
This guy.
That face when you have zero expectations and you're still let down #CWC19 pic.twitter.com/A2Nvc77PNS
— R (@ra_so93) June 12, 2019
India-Pakistan, except not on the field but in the skies above and in political chants inside the stadium. Proxy war, I believe is the term.
Ben Stokes? No. Jos Buttler? No. Henry Nicholls? No.
Sorry Chris, swag is out, understated humility and normcore is in. England may have won the tournament but the real winner - of hearts, mind, body and soul as well as Player of the Tournament - was Kane Williamson. Right through the tournament, whether scoring an inordinately high proportion of his side's runs, or through his unreal, cool handling of some really hairy on-field moments, Williamson was everywhere. Except he wasn't in your face like modern celebrity is in your face, he was in your face like a cool breeze on a sweltering day. His press conferences pre- and especially post-final were enough to win - the calm, the grace, the intelligence. For any human being, Williamson is #lifegoals.
Pitches, to batsmen. Between this World Cup and the last, the run rate in ODIs in England was 6.07. Four hundred had become the new 300 and nearly every game was breaking some batting record. Batsmen arrived rubbing their hands in gleeful anticipation. Sides were expecting 500. But the pitches turned out to be slow, some given to seam, some to spin, some with overhead conditions favouring swing. Some did things nobody had ever seen before: start like Trent Bridge, end like Sharjah on Valium. The pitch for the final was as green as the outfield at one stage, and then played slow.
Beating a guy who has been at the crease for over two hours, who is on 89, who is one of the batsmen of the tournament, with a ball he knows is coming, you know it's coming, we all know it's coming, is the boss move of the yorker. The best thing about Mitchell Starc's yorker to Ben Stokes was that in trajectory and pace and dip it felt like a Waqar delivery, but bowled by a left arm, it was Wasim too.
Bouncers are back. And one of the tournament's first remains its best. Jofra Archer would go on to bowl plenty of bouncers, all of them dangerous, a few of them wicket-taking, a few of them life-endangering. But nothing was a grander announcement into the tournament than the one which pinged Hashim Amla.
Yes Nas, Ben Stokes did do that, but what he did not do was what Martin Guptill did. Or Lockie Ferguson. Or Jimmy Neesham. Or Imran Tahir (off his own bowling; Imam-ul-Haq, in case you forgot). Or Sheldon Cottrell. Mostly, though, Guptill.
Loved Ian Bishop's "Dream diminished" and Ian Smith calling two great New Zealand finishes, but Sourav Ganguly calling Sarfaraz Ahmed Sarfraz Nawaz during the India-Pakistan game is what cricket commentary in 2019 is all about.
Neither Morgan or Williamson can say they really won the World Cup. You know who can, who did? Virat Kohli. First, there was the statesman-like request to fans to not boo Steven Smith, returning to international attention for the first time since Sandpapergate. Noble, sensitive, kind, and no, it wasn't Kohli who did but didn't, almost but not quite, call Smith a cheat publicly for looking up to a dressing room. Nope.
Afghanistan. A shambles.
Pakistani players ate some burgers and stuff. Shoaib Malik went to a shisha bar. This was a thin World Cup for pointless controversies but Glovegate would have been a winner in any edition. It had all the ingredients: India's might and endless desire to prove it's a big boy, sorry, country now; a big name, the biggest in fact; a misplaced but acute sense of nationalism; the ICC, as an easy, faceless villain and a world stage. At its core, it was quite boring. MS Dhoni was wearing gloves with stuff on them that wasn't allowed under ICC code. It became, thankfully, so much more.
Sanjay Manjrekar-Ravindra Jadeja almost won it. Jason Roy-Kumar Dharmasena would have won it had they not hugged it out before the final almost turned into one. KP-Eoin Morgan could have got worse if England didn't win it.
Wimbledon v CWC19, Federer v Kane, FTA v paywall, cricket v irrelevance. Wimbledon won. Fed lost but Kane didn't, even though he did. By being forced to broadcast the World Cup final on Channel 4, so too, briefly, did FTA. Irrelevance has been held off for now too.
Things are a bit hectic here right now, we'll get back to you #CWC19 | #Wimbledon | #CWC1FINAL
— ICC (@ICC) July 14, 2019
Lewis Hamilton complaining that the British Grand Prix should have been scheduled to avoid clashing with the World Cup final (okay, fine, he mentioned Wimbledon too). "I don't understand why the organisers put the race on the same day as all these other BIG EVENTS," he said (and the caps are all us because he's English and he called cricket a big event). Imagine, another sport being threatened by cricket.
Kumar Dharmasena.
Shakib Al Hasan. I mean, he has been the best allrounder in the world for years now, it's not like he wouldn't be at this tournament.
Sorry, our bad.
Christopher Henry, we'll see you in 2023.
AB de Villiers. Fellers, consider this a tip:
noun
the action or fact of leaving one's job and ceasing to work.
Guy changed Indian cricket, central to two world titles, middle-order champion, an absolute IPL icon, thank you for the memories MS Dh… sorry, Yuvraj Singh.
JP Duminy.
0: the number of hundreds scored by Kohli, the greatest ODI batsman of our age. Not a bad tournament, mind you - five fifties, 443 runs, 55.37 average, 94.05 strike rate.
41: in kilogrammes, the number of biscuits eaten in the press box during the India-Pakistan game. Hey, we need that sugar to do what we do.
Australia's players walked a lap of The Oval barefoot in training one day. Nobody's sure why, except that it was a nice thing to do and Matthew Hayden and Langer used to do it.
Yawning. Give Sarfaraz Ahmed a break - it was a pretty dull contest.
"Dear ICC,
SLC"
"I think Law 19.8 and the boundary countback tiebreaker are the kind of rules or playing conditions that could only have been made thinking they would never actually come under any real scrutiny."
"Cricket? Isn't that where they play for ages and ages and nobody wins?"
Osman Samiuddin is a senior editor at ESPNcricinfo