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“Yes
Jimmy! That’s it mate! C’mon!” I am perched on the very edge of the sofa. Hands
clasped, elbows resting on knees that won’t stop jiggling. Jimmy Anderson has
just blocked another ball, and is on the brink of the most incredible nought
not out in the history of the universe.
This
is what it’s like being an England cricket fan.
A
day before I had turned away in disgust, unable to watch any more as innocuous
medium pace tore through our top order like a dose of salts, leaving five
wickets to bat out the last day. Surely it’d all be over before lunch. But it
wasn’t. And suddenly, it’s thrilling.
This
is what it’s like being an England cricket fan.
I
got home in time to see Moeen Ali turn down run after run, protecting Jimmy from
the strike, inching towards a maiden Test ton it looked like he was actively
trying to avoid. He said afterwards “I had to fight myself a bit.” Yeah I bet
you did Mo. And boy did you win that battle. “I’d rather have got 99 and the
draw than a century and lose.” It’s easy to say stuff like that, but he said it
with his bat. In his first Test series. What a prospect.
This
is what it’s like being an England cricket fan.
Monday,
England were dismal. Captaincy utterly devoid of ideas or imagination, and two of
the best bowlers in the world suddenly, inexplicably, incapable of bowling a
length ball. Not for an over or two – all day. We were beyond poor.
This
is what it’s like being an England cricket fan.
And
now Jimmy has faced 54 balls for his 0, and has just two to survive to pull off
the most unlikely draw. This last hour has been epic, slowly becoming the most gripping,
exhilarating cricket I’ve seen in years. They can’t do it, can they? Yes. They
can. It’s going to happen. And then Jimmy gloves that brutally perfect Eranga lifter
at his throat and it’s all over. No. They can’t.
This
is what it’s like being an England cricket fan.
Since
the rout down under there’s been a lot of talk about re-engaging with the fans.
A lot of carefully briefed players parroting on about the honour of
representing their country, how much they care, how much it means, how
important it is to demonstrate their passion. A lot of words.
It’s
a perfect irony that Jimmy’s post-match interview managed to convey all those
sentiments so powerfully, precisely because he was unable to speak.
Fighting
back tears, those 30 seconds with Mike Atherton had more emotional punch, more
truth in them than a thousand corporate platitudes.
It
took a selfless debutant and a seasoned pro with his soul bared, but amid the
rubble of that game, there was a glimpse of a future worthy of the fans.
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