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Traction
control is designed to help you not crash. It regulates power, minutely applies
brakes and adjusts suspension to individual wheels, increasing grip and
reducing skid risk.
It’s
actually quite difficult to lose control of a modern car. It creates a false
sense of confidence. I drove through town with a flat tyre the other day. It handled
so smoothly I didn’t even notice. It masks problems.
Turn
traction control off, however, and you have a very different beast. A drunken,
lumbering, overweight behemoth with all the cornering prowess of an oil tanker.
But
a car designed to function without all that nonsense in the first place – now
that’s a different proposition altogether. No power steering, no ABS, no
traction control. Just raw, stripped engineering. You can feel the tarmac
through your fingers on the wheel and the seat of your pants. A beautifully
balanced chassis and a honed engine perched directly over the drive wheels,
right behind your head. There’s an elegance, excitement and sense of eager
purpose to it that traction control can never give you. But if you lose it,
you’ll lose it big time.
That’s
a long set up.
I hope
it’s worth it.
Attempting
to play hard, aggressive, foot-to-the-floor, fast and furious cricket in a luxury
family estate with the traction control off is asking for trouble. The England
we saw at the World Cup was just not equipped for that kind of ride. They were
still driving like they had a boot full of shopping and the kids’ bikes on the
roof.
The
engine – let’s keep this metaphor revving into the red zone – of that side is
the same as this new one: Morgan, Root, Buttler. But it’s built on an all-new
chassis with state-of-the-art running gear. And boy, does it go.
This
shiny new vehicle, besides being a metaphor, is a mindset. It’s an attitude, a
sense of belief, a statement of intent. And it has worked wonders in very short
order.
In
their first four outings, they scored over 400 for the first time, very nearly
chased down 400 for the first time, made their third consecutive score of 300+
for the first time, and then their fourth, chasing 350 with six overs remaining.
It’s the fastest scoring ODI series ever.
Previously,
England’s approach to batting in one day cricket was not unlike our efforts in
club cricket: play yourself in, keep wickets in hand, go hard when you’ve got a
platform. Us mere mortals have to play that way.
But
we’re an ageing hatchback to their race-tuned track cars. They can go, and keep
going, at full throttle.
Occasionally
of course, they’ll spin off the track. This has already happened to an extent:
that record-breaking 300 was universally regarded as disappointing. Imagine
that six months ago.
300
being a bit disappointing is a remarkable place to suddenly find ourselves.
It’s going to be a fun ride. Buckle up.
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