Incredible, stunning, marvellous, jaw-dropping, sensational - nah! I have been trying to sum up that Jasprit Bumrah delivery to Ollie Pope for some hours now. And just like Pope himself, I have come up with nothing - empty, helpless, and dumbfounded. What on earth was that? Seriously, that Bumrah delivery boggled my mind and had... Continue Reading →
O Captain! My Captain!
He was supposed to be the new Patrick Vieira. He was supposed to be the Vieira with the passing range of Emmanuel Petit. He was supposed to be the spine, the character Arsenal lacked. Three years and 107 appearances later, Granit Xhaka has one foot out of the Emirates after being stripped of the captaincy.... Continue Reading →
Oh! To be Martin Guptill
Prologue: Normally, it’s a two. When MS Dhoni turns, it’s always a two. The pressure is never on him. The onus is on the man running in from the boundary, always -- you gotta stop him from stealing the extra run. The heat is on the fielder covering the stumps - he can see Dhoni... Continue Reading →