The portents of disruption proved false. Forecasts of showers marring the final Test faded into irrelevance, though the other prediction—a slow, docile pitch refusing to yield a result—unfolded with clinical accuracy. This was a Test that leaned toward the inevitable from the outset, and it ended in a draw. Yet, within the apparent stasis lay compelling personal dramas, debuts of promise, innings of artistry, and the quiet persistence of a home side unwilling to bow to inevitability.
India, bowing out 168 ahead, left behind more than just a scoreline. The fifth day saw England compress 69 overs into a commendable exhibition of perseverance, dismissing India entirely—if not to tilt the match, then to reclaim initiative and pride. The match will linger not for its result, but for the names it elevated: Sachin Tendulkar, effortlessly majestic; Sourav Ganguly, elegant and assured; and, for England, Nasser Hussain and Michael Atherton, stewards of defiance at the top.
Series and Shadows of History
Before the match began, the odds heavily favoured a draw. History, too, whispered its own verdict. In 37 previous Test series in England, no visiting side had squared the series in the final match after trailing. India’s ambition, despite flashes of brilliance, never truly escaped that precedent. England’s eight-wicket win at Birmingham thus secured the series—only their fourth home series triumph out of the last 14 (excluding one-off wins)—an indictment of a generation’s faltering dominance since the Ashes glory of 1985.
For Mohammad Azharuddin, the pressure was far more personal. The charismatic captain, increasingly scrutinised, won the toss on a blustery, overcast morning and had no hesitation in batting. It was a pragmatic choice—the surface at Trent Bridge had already driven bowlers to exasperation that summer. India, recognising the slow nature of the pitch, dropped the seam bowler Mhambrey in favour of Venkatapathy Raju’s left-arm spin, and recalled the experienced Sanjay Manjrekar in place of Jadeja. England, in contrast, blooded Kent’s Mark Ealham and Min Patel in place of Irani and Martin.
A Partnership of Poise and Potential
England struck early—removing Rathore just before a brief rain delay, and Mongia soon after. But the breakthrough failed to morph into collapse. Tendulkar, reprieved before he scored when Atherton spilled a sharp gully chance, settled into a trance-like rhythm. At the other end, Ganguly, cool and debonair, matched him stroke for stroke. By stumps, the pair had crafted a sublime, unbroken 254-run stand.
The pitch, predictably, had turned into a “shirtfront”—benign and unthreatening. Yet within that docility, Tendulkar’s tenth Test century shimmered. It was his fourth against England and came laced with 15 boundaries, each more silken than the last. Ganguly, meanwhile, etched his name into rarefied company, becoming only the third player to score centuries in his first two Test innings—after West Indians Lawrence Rowe and Alvin Kallicharran in 1971-72. His reaction was typically unflappable: “What’s important is how well I do in the rest of my Test career.”
He added nothing the next morning. Alan Mullally, in a rare burst of hostility, pinned Ganguly’s hand to the bat handle with a sharp lifter. The next delivery was quick and fuller; Ganguly drove loosely and edged to Hussain at third slip. It ended a six-hour vigil of elegance and composure. Tendulkar continued, unhurried and unflinching, until he fell for a masterful 177. Manjrekar added solidity with a half-century, and Rahul Dravid followed his Lord’s 95 with a poised 84. If this series was to be remembered for anything, it would be the arrival of a generation—Ganguly and Dravid, twin pillars emerging in the twilight of a defeat.
India’s 521 felt commanding, but not unassailable. England ended the day on 32 without loss, having endured probing spells from Srinath and Prasad. Dravid shelled a tough chance at slip to reprieve Atherton on nought—just as Atherton had done for Tendulkar. The symmetry was poetic, the consequences tangible.
The Art of Endurance
Atherton grafted through England’s reply with customary tenacity. A batsman of the grindstone, he survived multiple plays and misses, twice edging through slip, but refused to yield. Stewart looked composed before being dubiously given caught behind. Hussain, in contrast, was the epitome of assertiveness—stroking 25 off his first 16 balls and eventually reaching his second hundred in three Tests. The Indians were certain he had nicked one off Tendulkar on 74, but luck stayed with him.
Hussain’s innings ended not with dismissal but with misfortune—a fractured index finger sustained in the final over of the third day. He would not resume. Atherton, left to anchor the innings, compiled 160 across seven and a half hours—a monument of will, if not fluency. England averted the follow-on and meandered to a narrow lead of 43. Ealham, on debut, chipped in with an assured 51—underscoring England’s continued investment in all-rounders.
A Futile Pursuit of Closure
The match, by this point, had entered a formal rehearsal toward a draw. Yet there were moments to cherish. Ealham, brimming with energy, claimed four wickets in India’s second innings. Tendulkar, again, stroked his way to 74, never hurried, always in command. Ganguly, chasing the unprecedented feat of three consecutive centuries in his first three innings, fell to Cork—ambition thwarted, but reputation intact.
England’s bowlers toiled to dismiss India on the final day—commendable, given the pitch’s indifference. The effort came too late to change the course of the match but did serve to restore a sense of pride.
The curtain fell not with drama, but with a muted applause—an acknowledgement of artistry, grit, and transitions. England won the series 1–0, but the true inheritance of the summer lay in the emergence of a new Indian middle order. The Ganguly-Dravid era had begun. Tendulkar, already monarch of the Indian game, had found his court.
Thank You
Faisal Caesar
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