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There are two ways to look at it.
You might choose not to harbour hope — and it is understandable. Why would you?
You had harboured hope when India gave England a target of 371 runs in the first Test at Headlingley. Despite the Dukes ball going out of shape at the drop of a hat, despite the English conditions offering little to bowlers, it remained a steep fourth-innings ask. And yet, England made light work of it.
And you had harboured hope when on the very last delivery of Day 4 of the fifth Test, where Mohammed Siraj came up with just the perfect yorker to uproot Zak Crawley. A target of 374 looked a tad steeper with England’s openers gone.
Yet again, as they have all series, England rallied. Joe Root notched his 38th Test century. Harry Brook brought up his ninth. At 106/3, it seemed that the scales were favouring India. At 301/3, there was no scale. All that was left was the English steamroller.
Except, India, somehow, had still not run out of steam. Shoulders had begun to droop, but a rare miscue from Brook saw him hole out to Akash Deep. The crowd stirred. The fielders moved quicker. Still, it felt cosmetic.
That was precisely when India sprung back to life, out of seemingly nowhere. Bethell, batting at merely 5 off 30, in complete violation of Bazball terms, saw sense is going ballistics, and lost his wicket in the act of dancing down the track to Prasidh Krishna.
A couple of overs later, Root attempted to play Krishna behind square — a region where he had scored the bulk of his runs in this innings — but edged it to Dhruv Jurel.
England were 337/6. Still, only 37 runs shy. You would not dare hope, would you? Not after Headingley, and definitely not after Lord’s?
Fair enough, but what followed next does merit belief. For the next 20 deliveries, English batters could do very little but survive. By the skin of their teeth. Every delivery brought tension. LBW shouts. Edges that missed by millimetres. Pads struck. Stumps threatened. The Oval crowd hung in a breathless hush. Chaos.
The optimists will argue that had play continued, India might have secured another wicket or two, if not the match itself. But the light-meter was deployed, play was initially halted for bad light, and finally, a drizzle ensued.
And are India meant to restore parity? For the runs that Shubman Gill scored on his debut series as the Test captain, and for the knock that Rishabh Pant played with a fractured toe, but also for Mohammed Siraj?
The highlights package will regurgitate how he stepped on the advertisement skirting whilst holding on to Harry Brook’s catch, but for now, at least for now, that is not the talking point.
A delighted Morne Morkel, bowling coach of the Indian team, commented:
But only Siraj cannot be credited for his tirelessness. The only other bowler who came close to his workload is a 36-year-old Chris Woakes. In an English side that was spread thin in terms of their bowling expertise, Woakes — who never really has been the showstopper in a team that had the likes of James Anderson and Stuart Broad, much like how Siraj had his ‘Jassi bhai’ as the leader — was relentless.
Joe Root commented:
The tragedy of sports is that it is viewed from the lens of absolutes. There is, but no room for what ifs. At 2-2, the discourse will be jubilant. At 3-1, expect a month-long postmortem, for the next cricketing expedition begins on 9 September. Regardless, we can only wait.
In both cases, cricket wins. But in only one, hope does.
You will not hope, will you?