Don’t get me wrong, I have been a big fan of Glenn Maxwell ever since he lit up IPL 2014 compiling 552 runs inclusive of 36 sixers for Kings XI Punjab at a strike rate of 187.75 along with David Miller (446 runs with a strike rate of 149.15). He didn’t shine in the final against Kolkata Knight Riders, getting out for a first-ball duck, but then again, Wriddhiman Saha’s unbeaten 115 in just 55 balls meant that he didn’t have much work to do in office that day, arriving at the crease only at the end of the 18th over. For the record, KKR reached the target of 200 in 19.3 over on the back of Manish Pandey’s 94 off 50 balls.
A few hours ago, in a crucial World Cup match at the Wankhede Stadium in Mumbai, India, Glenn Maxwell played the best innings of his ODI career, his 201*, the first by an Australian, took his team to an improbable win over Afghanistan. Already it is being hailed as the greatest ever batting performance in ODIs.
When he came into bat Australia were reeling at 49 for 4 in 8.2 overs. When the 7the wicket fell at 98, Australia still had to get 194 in 32.8 at just under a run-a-ball. The required run rate was gettable, but Maxwell had to bat with the tail; his skipper Pat Cummins, Adam Zampa and Josh Hazlewood had ODI averages of 13.26, 9.5 and 17.28 respectively.
When Cummins walked in, Maxwell was on 22 off 26 deliveries. By the time his heroics were done, Maxwell had scored 179 and Cummings just 12 off 68, valiant in his own right. It was reminiscent of Kusal Janith Perera’s epic 153* to secure a test victory against South Africa in 2019 with Vishwa Fernando contributing a vital 7 runs in a last wicket stand of 78.
Don’t get me wrong, I was not happy when Afghanistan beat Sri Lanka a few days ago. I was disappointed at Angelo Matthews becoming the first ever ‘time-outed’ batsman in the match against Bangladesh. I am old enough to remember Sri Lanka’s controversial tour of Australia in the run up to the 1996 World Cup and know enough of the game to find Aussie sledging and gamesmanship unpalatable, but these didn’t figure here. I was not looking to support another team now that Sri Lanka cannot reach the semi-final stage. Simply, for me, Afghanistan is a South Asian country. Simply, for me, the Australians were the favourites and in neutral games I support the unfavored.
I can’t get into the heads and hearts of Afghan fans at this point, even though I’ve known heartbreaking losses extracted from the jaws of victory. Something in me wants South Asian teams to do well. Call it silly regionalism, but that’s how it is.
Yes, there’s India but ‘India’ comes with the BCCI and that is a big detract. India is there already, unbeaten and seemingly invincible. They will not be tagged ‘underdogs’ the rest of the tournament. Sri Lanka and Bangladesh are out. Pakistan and Afghanistan stand with 8 points each along with New Zealand who have the best net run rate of the three. Obviously I want Sri Lanka to end the tournament with a bang and a win over New Zealand in the final match would be sweet. It would mean that Afghanistan and Pakistan both increase their chances of making it to the semi-final stage.
Afghanistan takes on South Africa and Pakistan will go up against beleaguered England. I won’t go into the ‘scenarios.’ Cricinfo can do that. There’s something to hope for, still, and that’s consolation enough for me on this strange, strange day of being absolutely awestruck by Glenn Maxwell even as my heart weeps for Afghanistan.
So even as I applaud without reservation his courageous and determined performance (he was also carrying an injury, let’s not forget), I must write this down: Glenn Maxwell, an Australian, broke my Sri Lankan heart in India when he single-handedly denied the dauntless Afghans.
['The Morning Inspection' is the title of a column I wrote for the Daily News from 2009 to 2011, one article a day, Monday through Saturday. This is the 263rd article in the new series that began in December 2022. Links to previous articles are given below]
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Other articles in this series:
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The scattered archives of art and protest
Friendship that keep friends permanently at 16
Amherst: silent, rural, poetic and serendipitous
The virtues of unemployability
A breathless hush at the close
Ahmed Issa, fearless and audacious in Gaza
Let us take a deep breath now...
How Grolier Poetry writes 'Harvard Square'
Following children and their smiles
Let's plant words in cracks and craters
When the earth closes upon us...
Let us now march to the battleground of words
The most pernicious human shield
Who bombed Frankfurter Buchmesse
Love's austere and lonely offices
The mysteriously enjoined in the middle of nowhere
Reflections on the unimaginable
Jackson Anthony is a book and will be read
A village called Narberth Bookshop
'Irvin' and other one-word poems
Earth pieces Kerala and Sri Lanka
In the land of insomnial poets
When you don't need an invitation, it's home
When the Canadian House of Commons applauded a Nazi...
The importance of not skipping steps
No free passes to the Land of Integrity
Hector Kobbekaduwa is not a building, statue, street or stamp
Rajagala and the Parable of the Panner
Let's show love to Starbucks employees!
Octavio Paz and Arthur C Clarke in the stratosphere
9/11 and the calm metal instrument of Salvador Allende's voice
Whitman, Neruda and things that wait in all things
Thilina Kaluthotage's eyes keep watch
Profit: the peragamankaru of major wars
In loving memory of Carrie Lee (1956-2020)
Mobsters on and off the screen
We're here because we're here because we're here
Sha'Carri Richardson versus and with Sha'Carri Richardson
A stroll with Pragg and Arjun along a boulevard in Baku
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Sapan and voices that erase borders
Problem elephants and problem humans
The 'inhuman' elephant in a human zoo
Ivan Art: Ivanthi Fernando's efforts to align meaning
Let's help Jagana Krishnakumar rebuild our ancestral home
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A gateway to illumination in West Virginia
Through strange fissures into magical orchards
There's sea glass love few will see
Re-residencing Lakdasa Wikkramasinha
Poisoning poets and shredding books of verse
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Ownership and tenuriality of the Wissahickon
Did you notice the 'tiny, tiny wayside flowers'?
Gifts, gifting and their rubbishing
Journalism inadvertently learned
Reflections on the young poetic heart
Wordaholic, trynasty and other portmanteaus
The 'Loku Aiya' of all 'Paththara Mallis'
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Character theft and the perennial question 'who am I?'
Saji Coomaraswamy and rewards that matter
Seeing, unseeing and seeing again
Alex Carey and the (small) matter of legacy
The insomnial dreams of Kapila Kumara Kalinga
The clothes we wear and the clothes that wear us (down)
Every mountain, every rock, is sacred
Manufacturing passivity and obedience
Sanjeew Lonliyes: rawness unplugged, unlimited
In praise of courage, determination and insanity
The relative values of life and death
Poetry and poets will not be buried
Reunion Peradeniya (1980-1990)
Sorrowing and delighting the world
Encounters with Liyanage Amarakeerthi
Letters that cut and heal the heart
A forgotten dawn song from Embilipitiya
The soft rain of neighbourliness
Reflections on waves and markings
Respond to insults in line with the Akkosa Sutra
The right time, the right person
The silent equivalent of a thousand words
Crazy cousins are besties for life
The lost lyrics of Premakeerthi de Alwis
Consolation prizes in competitions no one ever wins
Blackness, whiteness and black-whiteness
Inscriptions: stubborn and erasable
Deveni: a priceless one-word koan
Recovering run-on lines and lost punctuation
'Wetness' is not the preserve of the Dry Zone
On sweeping close to one's feet
Kumkum Fernando installs Sri Lanka in Coachella, California
To be an island like the Roberts...
Debts that can never be repaid in full
An island which no flood can overwhelm
A melody faint and yet not beyond hearing
Heart dances that cannot be choreographed
Remembering to forget and forgetting to remember
Authors are assassinated, readers are immortal
It is good to be conscious of nudities
Saturday slides in after Monday and Sunday somersaults into Friday
There's a one in a million and a one in ten
Kumkum Fernando installs Sri Lanka in Coachella, California
Hemantha Gunawardena's signature
Architectures of the demolished
The exotic lunacy of parting gifts
Who the heck do you think I am?
Those fascinating 'Chitra Katha'
So how are things in Sri Lanka?
The sweetest three-letter poem
Teams, team-thinking, team-spirit and leadership
The songs we could sing in lifeboats when we are shipwrecked
Jekhan Aruliah set a ball rolling in Jaffna
Awaiting arrivals unlike any other
Teachers and students sometimes reverse roles
Colombo, Colombo, Colombo and so forth
The slowest road to Kumarigama, Ampara
Some play music, others listen
Mind and hearts, loquacious and taciturn
I am at Jaga Food, where are you?
On separating the missing from the disappeared
And intangible republics will save the day (as they always have)
The circuitous logic of Tony Muller
Rohana Kalyanaratne, an unforgettable 'Loku Aiya'
Mowgli, the Greatest Archaeologist
Figures and disfigurement, rocks and roses
Sujith Rathnayake and incarcerations imposed and embraced
Some stories are written on the covers themselves
A poetic enclave in the Republic of Literature
Landcapes of gone-time and going-time
The best insurance against the loud and repeated lie
So what if the best flutes will not go to the best flautists?
There's dust and words awaiting us at crossroads and crosswords
A song of terraced paddy fields
Of ants, bridges and possibilities
From A through Aardvark to Zyzzyva
Words, their potency, appropriation and abuse
Who did not listen, who's not listening still?
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Ithaca from a long ago and right now
Lessons written in invisible ink
The amazing quality of 'equal-kindness'
The interchangeability of light and darkness
Sisterhood: moments, just moments
Chess is my life and perhaps your too
Reflections on ownership and belonging
The integrity of Nadeesha Rajapaksha
Signatures in the seasons of love
To Maceo Martinet as he flies over rainbows
Fragrances that will not be bottled
Colours and textures of living heritage
Countries of the past, present and future
Books launched and not-yet-launched
The sunrise as viewed from sacred mountains
Isaiah 58: 12-16 and the true meaning of grace
The age of Frederick Algernon Trotteville
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Paul Christopher's heart of many chambers
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