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The Fans view Bless you Jaddu
In Test cricket…we talk quite a bit about the assumption to be a hit…need gumption and grit…another platitude about the right attitude at any latitude…selectors gratitude for vigour..rigour..fortitude..with a cheeky sneaky touch of turpitude.
Not just a presumption…we all knew with no Chiku…Jaddu..heroic and stoic..maybe squarely unfairly unsung…would shepherd the young guns…the Indian ace in the pack to quell the English attack and pace their epic chase..
Not just off the cuff…in this slow burner…the legend of the rough…made of sterner stuff..did scuff the handcuff…wouldn’t kowtow had the knack..nous and know how..the polished propensity to take on the immensity of Stokes’ intensity
Blessed with defined refined technique … no ramp lamps and heaps of cheap sweeps peeps..success despite the stress of DRS…renditions of classical traditions..like a game of chess..
So savvy Ravi..not another elan fancy dan…the spick and span elder statesman in good nick with his masterplan .. an automatic pick..the tender phlegmatic nurse to save every tailender from the terse brawl…of the Ben ball curse..
So you can understand.. when things didn’t go as planned..despite his one man stand..still there at the end but the story of glory turned gory…ripped apart..pipped by Stoke’s art and massive heart..
Jadanger is no stranger to England’s lone ranger….but wouldn’t flounder… to our Big Ben bounder.. Other than Stokesy.. is there a sounder…pound for pounder all rounder..
Jaddu a willow wielder…the strength of metronomic line and length..few tests sterner on a proper bunsen burner turner…no pomposity…a surf the turf fielder…serious velocity..
A sly wry..samurai swirling and twirling his blade…hard to beat…not a freaky genius but resilient and brilliant…easy decision made…the first name on the team sheet…
The guile and wiles he proffers….the vast experience he offers…feeds the needy greedy Indian coffers..
Never out thought..over wrought…or outfought…Jaddu not at fault for what he brought…gave it his all..the last resort against BazBrawl and Benball…
No pretending…the ending was cruel.. But our old school consort showed why the most glorious sort of this sport does still rule..
Amazing…trail blazing and despite the febrile bile trial..the scrapes…japes…still sailed..as Stokes hissed..did enlist that red mist…
Nearly hailed but failed great escapes…still no sour grapes…so time you knew…the fan view…not a nearly man…love you dearly Jaddu..I think we all do…
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Toby Bennett
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