I hope you’ll forgive me, but I’ve been somewhat preoccupied by the Nidahas Trophy recently, which came to a conclusion yesterday. This is the first deviation from test matches on here. It may be the last, it may not
You’ll never see a game as tight,
As Colombo on Sunday night,
Where underneath the fading light,
The Nidihas Trophy came alight.
It blazed as Sabbir Rahman played,
And India were cruelly flayed,
And simmered – Mahmudullah stayed,
For all the twenty runs he made,
So Bangladesh could set a score,
Unlike the meetings gone before,
They had a chance, if nothing more,
At India, the Tigers roared!
But Sharma flew out of the blocks,
A thrilling shot-a-minute knock,
The Bangladeshi bowling rocked,
But hardly, one would say, a shock.
Rahul and Pandey got a few,
They’re India, its what they do,
A run machine in vibrant blue,
But Bangladesh were pressing too,
Over 18 – in case you forgot,
Mustafizur to Shankar, ball one dot,
The Indian could simply not,
Mustafizur to Shankar, ball two dot,
Put bat on ball with any shot,
Mustafizur to Shankar, ball three dot,
Each one fizzed passed him in the slot,
Mustafizur to Shankar, ball four dot.
The next one came a little high,
Mustafizur to Shankar, one leg bye.
Pandey swings at the last one,
Picks out Sabbir, who’s at long on.
Dinesh kept India in the mix,
With alternating biffs and flicks,
Until they had one ball – for six,
Not India’s day, Dinesh Karthik’s.