Boundary
Cricket Spectator
I love West Indian cricket, or I loved it at least. But the above question has been at the forefront of my cricketing thoughts for the best part of twenty years now.
Any time they threaten at all, in a series, in a match, in a bloody over, I kid myself into believing that the Windies are back. Two mornings ago, I watched them shade the opening session despite conceding over 120 runs, and I kept spilling tea from punching the air.
And then they did what they always do. Even allowing for a truly magnificent partnership.
Losing a plethora of wickets before putting a ton up must be some kind of newly formed Carribean custom.
The West Indies, the formers, beloved kings of the test arena, are nothing less than a cricketing tragedy. Can any West Indian tell me if they can ever compete at the highest level of test cricket again, or is this fool destined for a cricketing life of false dawns?
Any time they threaten at all, in a series, in a match, in a bloody over, I kid myself into believing that the Windies are back. Two mornings ago, I watched them shade the opening session despite conceding over 120 runs, and I kept spilling tea from punching the air.
And then they did what they always do. Even allowing for a truly magnificent partnership.
Losing a plethora of wickets before putting a ton up must be some kind of newly formed Carribean custom.
The West Indies, the formers, beloved kings of the test arena, are nothing less than a cricketing tragedy. Can any West Indian tell me if they can ever compete at the highest level of test cricket again, or is this fool destined for a cricketing life of false dawns?