Blessed are the meek
for they shall inherit the earth.
- Matthew 5:5
(My previous
Crap-e diem post
can be read by clicking here).
At the drinks break after the first hour of play in the Bangladesh-England Test match, the hosts were at a mind-boggling 95 for 1, chiefly because of Tamim Iqbal, who had scythed his way to 74 runs in just 48 balls, with 13 fours and a six.
Read that again: 95 for 1 in 14 overs, Tamim on 74, 13 fours, 1 six.
Graeme Swann and James Tredwell were bowling with 5 men on the fence and no close-in fielders. The sound you did not hear was the distinct lack of chirping from the fielders when Tamim was at the crease. In the next 21 balls he faced, Tamim scored 3 two's and 5 singles. However the shot he chose for many of those was the sweep, always a trickier shot to an off-spinner (for a left-hander, as Tamim is). By then Tamim looked like a fellow who was going to nurdle his way to a 100. He was done in by a dodgy umpiring decision but that does not take away from the fact that he let matters reach a point where his continued presence at the crease was in someone else's hands.
Let's step away for a minute and go across the globe to the Australia-New Zealand Test series. Australia had declared shortly after crossing 450. The Kiwi batsmen inspire no confidence in their captain and once again showed why, quickly falling to 31 for 3, with Ross Taylor and Martin Guptill at the crease. Taylor is a fellow more in the Sehwagian than the Dravidian mold of batting and, initially, was looking for runs, reaching 20 in 24 balls. Guptill is an enigma. I have seen the fellow sock the leather off the ball and also treat it with the reverence associated with grenades lacking a pin, so it was a question of which batsman would show up. The grenade-fearing one showed up and New Zealand was temporarily doomed.