When New Zealand slumped to 175 for eight at tea on the opening day, the prospect of them squaring the series seemed so remote as to belong to fantasy. India had dominated the First Test, their batting and spin far superior; New Zealand looked a side carrying fatigue, doubt, and the oppressive weight of subcontinental conditions. And yet, out of this gloom emerged a partnership that rekindled the steel so often associated with New Zealand cricket in the 1980s.
The First Revival: Bracewell and Morrison’s Act of Defiance
The ninth-wicket stand of 76 between John Bracewell and Danny Morrison did more than lift the total; it resurrected belief. With a mixture of audacity and resourcefulness, Bracewell swept and pulled as though batting in another universe, reaching a half-century before stumps. Morrison stood with him, determined, unflinching. Their partnership—a New Zealand record against India—became the first major plot twist in a match that repeatedly defied expectation.
Bracewell’s innings that evening was the opening chapter of a performance that would later define the match.
India’s Reply: Control Gained, Control Lost
India began with the assurance of a side accustomed to dictating the tempo at home. Kris Srikkanth, playing with a kind of joyous abandon, took on Richard Hadlee in a spirit that skirted self-sacrifice. Dilip Vengsarkar, in his 100th Test, played the perfect foil—quiet, composed, allowing Srikkanth to unfurl strokes of dominance.
On a pitch that offered something to every type of bowler, India looked poised to dwarf New Zealand’s total. Srikkanth’s brutal treatment of Bracewell—three soaring sixes—made that dominance feel absolute.
But cricket changes course in a heartbeat.
Vengsarkar’s casual dismissal off the off-spinner altered the tenor of the innings. And then Hadlee returned. After just the wicket of Arun Lal in his first thirteen overs, he finally confronted Srikkanth again. The Indian opener, now cautious and approaching his century, was undone by a perfectly disguised leg-cutter, the ball feathering the leading edge on its journey to gully.
India’s collapse thereafter carried the inevitability of a falling structure whose foundation had cracked unseen. Hadlee devoured the tail with ruthless precision, extending his staggering list of five-wicket hauls to 34, and—almost implausibly—giving New Zealand a lead. It was only two runs, but symbolically it was seismic: a team crushed in the First Test had just wrestled control.
The Third Innings: A Battle Against Moderation
Yet New Zealand were not out of peril. Despite Mark Greatbatch’s resolve and Andrew Jones’s discipline, there hung a perpetual fear: that they might leave India a target too small to defend. Their 76-run third-wicket stand promised stability, but the innings repeatedly faltered. At 181 for eight, with India prowling, the Test hung in precarious equilibrium.
And then, as in the first innings, the script turned again.
Bracewell and Smith: A Second Resurrection
Bracewell joined Ian Smith, and together they authored another act of defiance—a 69-run stand that would prove terminal for India’s hopes. Smith, attacking the second new ball with unrestrained relish on the fourth morning, swept past fifty—his first against India, only his third in Tests. Their morning surge—47 runs in the first hour—planted doubt deep into Indian minds.
With New Zealand eventually setting a target of 282 in a minimum of 130 overs, the psychological equation shifted. On a surface growing slower, turning more, darkening in temperament, 282 looked far more formidable than its digits.
And looming always was the shadow of Hadlee.
India’s Final Innings: Strangled by Craft and History
Srikkanth’s decision to pad up to the very first ball—a sharp in-cutter from Hadlee—proved fatal and strangely symbolic. That dismissal signalled that India were now batting in New Zealand’s world: a world of unyielding discipline, clever angles, relentless persistence.
The pitch began to offer generous turn, and this was the moment Bracewell relished most. His off-breaks—old-fashioned in flight, but wicked in their bite—brought instant reward. In his first two overs he removed Sidhu and Vengsarkar, slicing into the Indian top order as though he had been waiting all match for precisely this stage.
Arun Lal resisted for two hours, but elsewhere Azharuddin’s uncertain prodding at Bracewell told a more accurate story: India, so long masters of spin, were now victims of its cunning. Hoist with their own petard indeed.
Kapil Dev offered a brief flicker of counter-attack, a gesture of pride rather than conviction. But by the time the final morning arrived, the match had long since slipped from India’s hold. Twenty-one minutes into the day, Narendra Hirwani swept Bracewell high to Chatfield, and it was done.
New Zealand had secured only their second win on Indian soil—a triumph born not of dominance but of resilience, character, and perfectly timed bursts of brilliance.
Epilogue: A Match Defined by Two Men
This Test will long be remembered as John Bracewell’s masterpiece and another chapter in Richard Hadlee’s legend.
Bracewell:
Scores of 52 and 32; bowling figures of 2 for 81 and a match-winning 6 for 51.
His fingerprints were on every turning moment of the contest.
Hadlee:
For the ninth time in his career, he collected ten wickets in a Test, sculpting the Indian innings with the precision of a master craftsman.
Together, they took New Zealand from despair to triumph in a match shaped by low scores, shifting momentum, and the unwavering spirit of a team that refused to yield.

