Steve Smith Apologizes for his ‘Failure of Leadership’ in Emotional Press Conference
New Delhi: Australia captain Steve Smith and Vice-captain David Warner have been banned for a year for ball-tampering. The banned cricketer cried when reporters...
Run Machine Virat Kohli on the Brink of Breaking Bradman and Richards’ Record
New Delhi: India skipper Virat Kohli proves to be the star in the series against South Africa. Under his captaincy India has made history...
What Ails MS Dhoni?
The murmurs are no longer an irritable hum that can be drowned out by ramping up the volume. What started as veiled insinuation has...
Virat Kohli: The run-machine that refuses to slow down
Eyes raging, biceps flexing, sweat dripping through that chiselled body; watching Virat Kohli bat these days can be an exercise in admiration of the...
His Master’s Voice Tony Cozier’s demise is the brutal snipping of the umbilical cord...
What is it about voices that make us fall in love with them? How does the slightest of inflections, lilt and modulation produce the most gigantic of effects on human psyche, enough to send a chill down your spine, enough to set your pulse racing, enough to move you?
Growing up with the game
Next door, India is playing Pakistan. Pakistan have scored 270+, and they don’t generally lose after scoring that many. Not when you have Wasim Akram, Waqar Younis and Shoaib Akhtar. Not when a certain Saeed Anwar has reaffirmed his fondness for your bowlers with yet another century. From the crevices of the thick, yellow curtains, you peep in the drawing room. You are no longer the 16-year-old about to write the most important exam of your life; you are the six-year-old in yellow sweater waiting to get a toehold in the playing field lorded by big, bad boys.
Pink Ball, Red Herring
“Its red, round and weighs about five ounces,” said former South Africa skipper Shaun Pollock to Aussie stalwart Ricky Ponting after the latter had played and missed a couple of balls. We won’t get into Ponting’s riposte- the exchange itself finds a pride of place in cricket’s sledging folklore- but never since did Pollock’s explanation appear more apt.
Citius, Altius, Fortius
Women singles’ Olympics final. Game One. Did you see that? I’m sure you did. Pusarla Venkata Sindhu is trailing 15-17 to Spain’s Carolina Marin. The grit of a tall, gangly, demure 21-year- old, desperate to reach where none of her ilk had, against the athletic supremacy and blazing confidence of a flamenco dancer, who happens to be the best in the world in her chosen sport.
