Classy cricket, despondent fandom

It’s tough. Unprecedented things are happening the world, much due to mans own doings. When rain plays havoc with the most prized cricket tournament, a lot has been left to the mysterious power that runs the world, but what it did provide though was two days of oustanding cricket.

It is fair to question a pitch that was prepared for this game. After all, both teams, the viewers, the commentators, the analysts all misread it. The pitch played its own match. In a tournament that saw 300 as the norm, the least what fans wanted to see was one where batsmen aren’t sure what the same type of ball would do, thanks to the ? factor the pitch added to each ball.

Nevertheless it also is a learning curve that, once you get to knockouts, it’s anybodys game. Having gotten away from having to battle the DL method, India shouldn’t have buckled the way they did. Credit to their opponents, who were outclassing India in all the departments today.

I recall the 10 over sessions yesterday wherein Bhogle said, India has topped the first four sessions, will NZ make the last count? They did. And they replicated the next day, tilting all the sessions intheir favor.

In any defeat, questions will be asked, lots of debates will be there, but in the back of my mind, what stands out is the way we played against England. This is just KARMA.

Bonne nuit France


I stared at the team sheets on my Twitter feed. France, as expected went with their expected starting lineup. Matuidi returned to strengthen the squad after his suspension. I looked up at the Belgium lineup and wow, it did look odd. Dembele thrusted into midfield, Chadli thrown to the right, De Bruyne to the left. It seemed so not along the lines of what we have been seeing throughout the tournament.

Belgium started strongly, confident, while France looked nervy. Most of the play was centered around the France half, with Hazard coming real close with one early cut in. But the pattern was obvious. France was gonna let Belgium play keep ball and work quickly on the counter using lightning Mbappe.

It is the semifinal. Everybody plays their heart out. Each and every player of both teams gave it. But some were somehow not feeling their way in. Dembele was struggling in the centre. Careless short passes, caught in possession. As the half came to a close, it was becoming evident that Dembele was a liability.

However Martinez opted to keep things the same way as they restarted the second half. What backfired though was that they conceded in a set piece. Which could happen pretty much to either team. This invigorated France who solidified their defending, working only to attack on the break. Plan B from Martinez was to cancel failed plan A at 60 minutes, and rewind to Mertens. Instant impact in the box and he started whipping crosses like he missed this game till then. Somehow Lukaku struggled as there continued to be immense pressure around him from the solid French defence.

For long periods of time, Deschamps had his tactics perfectly sorted to deal with any form of threat the Red Devils threw at them. Some of the one touch passing from the front line of France was simply insatiable.

It was unbecoming that a team that was the shining light of this tournament had to depart at the penultimate step, but France definitely looked mature and worthy of being at Moscow for the final.

Quarter Finals beckon

The last 48 hours have been miserable, especially when football runs in your veins. So much so that I watched Sanju as a filler. Similarly mother nature also seemed to be feeling the withdrawal. No rains in Kochi in the last 48 hours. But as I type this today, early in the morning of the quarter finals, we have a nice cloudy sky and a sweet drizzle.


I am enjoying my Nescafe and the smell of earth and look forward to an exciting evening of football. It has been relatively easy supporting teams till the last round. Of course unfortunately the draw appears tantalizingly unbalanced with all remaining heavy weights stuck up in the first half of the draw.


England rightly rejoice at the opportunity to beat their way to the final, but should also be wary that underdogs in knockout rounds are a beast of their own.


I would want France to progress today, out of sheer love for the quality they have and can produce at will. They have the perfect mix to even win the finals. What makes knockouts exciting is when the two yellow cards play spoilsport. The team with the bigger squad will cope with it well.


I am a fan of both this Brazilian and Belgian team. It’s heartbreaking to see one has to go home tonight. My heart says Belgium, but I just feel Brazil might just have that X factor to go through. Very balanced teams. I was disappointed with Kompany returning to the first team. If Boyata starts, Brazil will struggle to break them down. But with Kompany, the back door is half ajar.


Mexico 1-0 Germany


Barring a few games, I have been watching keenly the games leading up to this one today, including the Portugal Spain six goal thriller. And by far, this was the best game to watch. Of course the fact that involved the defending champions is one thing, but the quality of play by the Mexicans both individually and more importantly as a team was breathtaking.

Beautifully organized, the composure on the ball was impeccable. The control of players, and the lightning break to pounce on every opportunity literally was edge of the seat entertainment. The goal had me getting goosebumps and Chicharito measured a pass across, as Lozano with one touch, took Ozil out of the game… and beat Neuer (wasn’t he unfit to even be selected for the squad) at his NEAR post!

This match could easily have been an embarrassment, as the Germans looked leggy. Joachim’s insistence of old stalwarts, names rather than form into the world cup might cost him this time around. Of course these are early signs, but the fervent desire of teams playing the game in its spirit can’t be outdone by players of a different class.

Lots to introspect for Germany, as Mexico looks well on course to round of 16.

Man of the match for me is Lozano, not only for his composure for the goal, but for his relentless defending and turning every move into a counter attack. He had Kimmich in his pocket all the time.

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