Match Analysis

The agony, the ecstasy: 56 minutes of Test cricket at its most glorious

In less than an hour's play on an epic 25th morning, England and India's series touched rare heights

Vithushan Ehantharajah
Vithushan Ehantharajah
04-Aug-2025 • 2 hrs ago
56 minutes of hell. 56 minutes of heaven.
56 minutes of wildest ride of your goddamn life. 56 minutes that will change you forever.
It is enough time to move from the northern-most part of the Victoria Line to its lower reaches, brush shoulders as you walk up the escalator of Vauxhall Station and turn into the Harleyford Road to see The Kia Oval on the horizon.
Enough time to believe in new heroes. Enough time to laud old ones. Enough time to have your heart broken. Enough time to count yourself lucky that Test cricket, handed down by older generations more than it is ever picked up by newer ones, was handed to you. Enough time to find yourself a whole new world.
Enough time, on this rare occasion, to pick it up as a new convert. Because there would have been some in this pocket of south London who will have experienced Test cricket for the first time on Monday. Firstly, welcome. Usually, it lasts longer than this. And no, you will never see anything like this again.
The very existence of List A and T20 cricket - and yes, The Hundred, which begins on Tuesday - is this idea the longest format is too long, too convoluted, too inconvenient to really grab you. Who knew all it takes was a small taste of the hard stuff to grab you by the throat and stir your soul.
This was 100 percent proof, undiluted, unhinged Test cricket. All you needed was a shot of 56 minutes. No human body, not even those reared on it, including those out there providing the action, could have dealt with much more.
Day five at the Kia Oval was sold out well before this match threatened to spill over from Sunday's longer-form chaos. The gripping finale of the third Test, on the other side of the river at Lord's, had resulted in Surrey selling over 5,000 Day five tickets in 24 hours. Eventually, 17,545 punters had what, unbeknownst to them, would prove to be the most golden of tickets.
At only £25 a pop for adults (20 for members) and £1 for kids, it was a sound investment given that refunds would be given if the day saw no play. Rarely has just 8.5 overs felt like a steal.
Such pricing usually brings a different kind of crowd to the first four days - especially at Lord's - but, down at The Oval, the mix of English and Indian fans was as it had been throughout the match already. The state of the game, however, created a more feverish atmosphere, making this bowl ground feel taller and deeper, and even more self-contained. For 56 minutes, there was no outside world, for the outside world was every bit as transfixed with what was going on in here. Even the construction on the new apartment blocks in the old Gasholders ground to a halt.
The clamour as the players entered the field was louder than it had been all match. The English roars when Jamie Overton pulled the first ball for four were more guttural. The Indian jubilation when victory was sealed in Mohammed Siraj's 186th over of the series came crashing back and forth like Atlantic-sized waves in goldfish bowl.
The overnight break helped add to the tumult, even amid the fury of Sunday's hastily called stumps, though an extra night's sleep brought anything but. A new day's new opportunity was now riddled with even more jeopardy.
How on earth did 35 more runs turn into the impossible job when 301 of the 374 had been cleared with such ease? Since when has getting through a tail that includes a man with only one functioning arm come replete with truly eternal legacy-making rewards and, thus, incomprehensible pressure?
There were simpler questions, too. Who wanted it? And the one we were all asking ourselves - who could bear it?
A familiar trope of Test cricket is that, at its best, it is a universal force. Happening to people, beyond their control and comprehension.
But that does a disservice to the protagonists. To Joe Root and Harry Brook, who dragged this fourth innings into legendary territory. And, finally, Siraj, who had bowled on 18 of the 25 days of these five Tests, sending down 50 or more balls on 12 of them. And his 1,122nd delivery (including extra balls), sent down with as much vigour as the previous 1,121, was his fifth-fastest of them all at 89mph/143kph. And the one that will live forever.
Moments like these always give you heroes. But they also give you kindred spirits. Those you are drawn to as much for their heroics as their fallibility.
Akash Deep, face down in the green beyond the boundary at midwicket, palms still stinging from Gus Atkinson's heave to cow, wondering if he'd be to blame for an impending loss. Dhruv Jurel wanting that same turf to swallow him as Siraj and Shubman Gill berated him for missing the stumps with an underarm that would have sealed the match. His shot at immortality scuttled a yard past the striker's stumps.
Atkinson crestfallen, one hit away from a tie that would have given England the series win, doubled over, smelling the earth where his off stump used to be. A lionhearted Chris Woakes, dislocated left shoulder strapped to his torso, secured by a sleeveless jumper, arm guard on his 'wrong' side with a view to batting southpaw.
Even umpire Ahsan Raza, assuming the role of good samaritan, helping the infirm Woakes readjust himself after sprinting the bye Jurel failed to prevent, a moment that left his left arm loose despite all the binding.
And hey, let's hear it for the Dukes ball. Pilloried for the last seven weeks but thriving in its final 85.1 overs of the English Test summer.
Was 2-2 a fair result? On balance, yes. But England's failure to punch their card for a hat-trick of 370-plus chases against India should be regarded as a misstep from 301 for 3 and 332 for 4.
That only enhances India's feat in levelling the series, even if they will depart a long tour with issues of their own. Selection decisions remain inconsistent, and their batting needs to take cues from their bowling when it comes to getting a grip of sessions that are turning against them.
With the best will in the world, who cares about any of that right now. As both sets of players reflected on how such a hard-fought series could reach such a climax, they'd do well to appreciate how lucky they were, too.
Test cricket has been going for almost 150 years, and we were still treated to a one-of-a-kind finish. And perhaps more importantly, at a time when other Test-playing nations are unwelcome and unable to participate in series that allow such fairytales, both sides should count themselves lucky. Lucky to play regularly in a format that can lift you to higher plains. Lucky to afford to do it.
As it happens, Monday was the 20-year anniversary of the start of the 2005 Edgbaston Test between England and Australia. A Test that, ultimately, defines an Ashes series regarded as the greatest ever.
That two-run victory was England's slimmest margin. Here in 2025, India bagged theirs, by six. Maybe the universe is up to something.
Many have wondered throughout these five Tests if the Anderson-Tendulkar Trophy could rival 2005's offerings. In these 56 minutes, it did.

Vithushan Ehantharajah is an associate editor at ESPNcricinfo