My Limited Overs Dichotomy

Wet Wet Wet

Roll on the English summer

Warning: This blog post is liable to contain asinine whining and unapologetic petulance of the highest order. And this after having two days to calm down…

I don’t understand the dichotomy. In its simplest terms, I find it hard to stomach England’s latest abject failure in limited overs cricket. And yet, if it were Glammy falling short against the Unicorns, I’d accept it with unquestionable obedience.

It is something that has bothered me for literally hours. Having given less-than-considerate thought in the brief moments of solitude that occasionally permeate modern man’s existence, the allure of moaning like a child – or like a Sir Ian in objection to a contentious fielding policy – does occasionally give way to rational conclusions. It is a great feeling of elucidation tempered by its transience.

Of course it’s natural to be irate with England surrendering the CB Series timidly – it comes at the hands of an Australian side that was mercilessly de-constructed for all to see at the SCG a few weeks ago. The CB Series might not matter (it most certainly does not, if you’re asking) but who wants to lose to the Australians…

Let’s face it. Shane Watson does not need another ODI century to boost his ego…

Meanwhile, successive seasons of limited overs mediocrity in the Pro 40, the T20 and the ABCsuperbangbang100 means that it often comes as a surprise if you tell me that Glamorgan have won; I needed a stiff drink and a sit down when I heard that the Dragons had wrapped up their third straight T20 win at Essex last year.

But if there is a modest total for Glamorgan to chase, I don’t bat an eyelid if the first three batsmen are back in the hutch after five overs with seven runs on the board. But as soon as Kevin Pietersen or Luke Wright hole out attempting a big shot as soon as the RRR tops 6.01 an over, I rewrite the book on expletives.

Perhaps I’m being harsh. Or perhaps England are now measured against greater expectations. With the World Cup around the corner, the Ashes triumph and the World Twenty20 title should suggest that the players are capable of altering their mindset to a different format. Although in Colly’s case, he gets out regardless…

Injuries will inevitably take the blame for some of the predicament – not an issue that Glamorgan face (take away the front line attack, and there’s little else). That England miss Stuart Broad is perhaps a pertinent point, but only because it gives Luke Wright renewed hope.

And then there is the absences of Tremlett and now Shahzad. Perhaps amid what is undoubtedly a poor run of form, England will turn to the last bastion of hope – blind panic. When I say Liam Plunkett’s selection is wide of the mark, please take that literally…

Part of me could just adopt the Glammentality and give up on England’s hopes of doing anything significant in the remaining games of the CB Series. But I can tell you that I will still go to sleep and wake the next morning in the hope that Oz are teetering on the brink. Until the latest have-a-go Hastings starts taking the piss.

[tweetmeme source=”petehayman” only_single=false]I don’t know why I bother. But bother me it shall. And yet the Dragons will take a hammering at whoever happens to step off the team bus, and I’ll greet it with wry humour and the salutation of another glorious county cricket season where hope is but an aspiration in itself. It’s a dichotomy and its one that is unlikely to be solved.

 

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