In the annals of cricketing history, the 1996 World Cup semifinal between India and Sri Lanka at Eden Gardens stands as a poignant blend of brilliance and heartbreak. Against the backdrop of a tournament that had already showcased Sri Lanka’s audacious new approach to ODI cricket, the stage was set for an unforgettable encounter. India, buoyed by their passionate home crowd, sought to counter the fearless brand of cricket that Sri Lanka had embodied throughout the competition.
The match carried the weight of expectations, heightened by memories of the league game in Delhi where Sri Lanka’s explosive openers, Sanath Jayasuriya and Romesh Kaluwitharana, had dismantled India’s bowling with a breathtaking assault. Though their overall tournament statistics revealed a more modest contribution—Kaluwitharana, for instance, averaged just 12.16—their impact in key moments had left an indelible mark. It was this specter of aggression that shaped Mohammad Azharuddin’s decision to bowl first.
What followed was a dramatic opening act that silenced the Eden Gardens crowd. Javagal Srinath, India’s spearhead, removed both tormentors within the first four deliveries, each playing an identical slash to third man. The early breakthroughs seemed to tilt the scales in India’s favor. But cricket, as ever, thrives on unpredictability.
In the midst of chaos, Aravinda de Silva emerged, wielding his bat with the elegance of an artist and the precision of a surgeon. His innings was a masterclass in timing and placement, a display of batsmanship so pure that it transcended the occasion. De Silva’s 32-ball fifty, adorned with 11 boundaries, was a symphony of cricketing strokes. There was no brute force, no frenzy—only the serenity of a craftsman at work.
Christopher Martin-Jenkins, struck by the ethereal quality of de Silva’s batting, drew parallels to Neville Cardus’s description of Reggie Spooner: "He uses the bat as a lady might use her fan." De Silva’s effortless drives between cover and extra cover rendered fielders mere spectators, his dominance so absolute that Sri Lanka maintained a scoring rate of nearly seven an over despite Asanka Gurusinha’s struggle at the other end.
Yet, as suddenly as it began, de Silva’s innings ended. On the stroke of the 15th over, an inside edge off Anil Kumble clattered into his stumps, leaving Sri Lanka at 85 for 4. The Eden Gardens erupted in relief, but the damage had been done. De Silva’s genius had disrupted India’s rhythm, leaving them stunned and vulnerable.
The rest of the Sri Lankan innings was a testament to their resilience. Roshan Mahanama, Arjuna Ranatunga, and Hashan Tillakaratne batted with composure, navigating the deteriorating pitch to guide their team to a competitive 251. It was a total that, in the context of the match, proved monumental.
India’s chase began with promise but soon descended into chaos. A fast-deteriorating pitch turned into a minefield, and Sri Lanka’s spinners exploited it mercilessly. What began as a steady pursuit unraveled spectacularly. India lost seven wickets for 22 runs, collapsing to 120 for 8.
The Eden Gardens faithful, unaccustomed to such humiliation, vented their frustration in a manner that would mar the game’s legacy. Bottles rained onto the field, seats were set ablaze, and the atmosphere turned hostile. The players, helpless in the face of the crowd’s fury, retreated to the pavilion. Clive Lloyd, the match referee, had no choice but to award the game to Sri Lanka, marking one of the darkest moments in Indian cricket.
This semifnal was more than just a cricket match. It was a microcosm of sport’s unpredictability, showcasing the sublime heights of individual brilliance and the depths of collective despair. Aravinda de Silva’s innings remains etched in memory as a beacon of artistry, while India’s collapse and the crowd’s reaction serve as reminders of the volatile emotions cricket can evoke. For Sri Lanka, it was a step closer to glory; for India, a bitter lesson in resilience and grace under pressure.
Thank You
Faisal Caesar
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