Showing posts with label Emirates Cup 1998. Show all posts
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Wednesday, August 20, 2025

Fading Fire and Spinning Glory: A Tale of Collapse, Consolation, and Triumph of Sri Lanka

When the Ashes Cool Too Soon

The late summer sun over England was host not to redemption or dominance but to a story of weariness, squandered chances, and a spinning wizard rewriting history. The triangular series that brought together South Africa, Sri Lanka, and the hosts England, unfolded as a narrative of contrasting energies — some teams gasping for breath after long tours, others resurging through resilience, and one man redefining what an off-spinner could do with a white ball at the hallowed turf of Lord’s.

South Africa’s Diminishing Roar: A Tour Too Long

For South Africa, the tour that began with ambition ended with exasperation. Just four days after the emotional drain of the Leeds Test defeat, their pursuit of 259 against Sri Lanka quickly descended into a farce. Gary Kirsten fell in the opening over, and the top five were back in the pavilion for just 66. Wickremasinghe’s disciplined seam bowling triggered the collapse, with the eccentric Pat Symcox — wearing an odd "77" jersey and promoted up the order — providing temporary resistance. His 100-run stand with Jonty Rhodes briefly ignited hope, but once Symcox holed out, the innings unravelled.

Sri Lanka’s early batting blitz, launching to 79 in the first ten overs, had set the tone. The chaos was amplified by Elworthy’s erratic over that yielded 43 runs, including every variety of extra imaginable. To avert a complete disaster, Donald had to be introduced prematurely, disrupting South Africa’s bowling plans. Captain Arjuna Ranatunga, hobbling with a knee injury, orchestrated the innings smartly, wielding a bat branded not by a corporate sponsor but by “Sam’s Chicken and Ribs” — an emblem of rebellion soon censored by the ICC.

England’s Illusion of Ascent and Sudden Spiral

England, fresh off a Test series victory over South Africa, seemed poised for sustained success. A packed Lord’s crowd watched with delight as Darren Gough and his fellow seamers extracted swing even in glorious sunshine, uncharacteristically taming Sri Lanka’s aggressive top order. Sri Lanka’s powerful start was curbed; five dropped catches by the Lankans helped England cement their dominance. Graeme Hick, a figure shrouded in the mystique of unfulfilled Test promise, came alive in the one-day format — playing with elegance and control. Yet the lower order offered little support, and the final tally seemed fragile.

Still, Sri Lanka’s net run-rate had already sealed their spot in the final, making England’s victory one of cosmetic significance.

Dead Rubber or Final Farewell? South Africa’s Exit and England’s Habitual Stumble

In a match that bore the feel of a farewell rather than a contest, South Africa signed off with a win that was more symbolic than consequential. On a cloudy morning, they defied logic by choosing to bat — a decision that handed England mathematical control. Daryll Cullinan, finally free of pressure, played fluently for 70 off 73 balls. Symcox again chimed in with fireworks, despite being dropped early. His 39-ball knock was laced with four towering sixes, possibly a last burst of defiance before boarding the homeward flight.

England’s chase began like a dream. Knight and Hick added 113, showcasing calm confidence. But with qualification guaranteed, complacency crept in. Old habits resurfaced, and the middle order folded with theatrical inconsistency — a habit that would haunt them yet again.

The Final Unraveling: Knight, Atherton, and Muralitharan’s Sorcery

Lord’s witnessed a first — the emergence of Muttiah Muralitharan as a destroyer on English soil. England’s openers had laid the perfect platform: Knight and Atherton put up 132 in the first 25 overs, displaying poise and precision. But what followed was a collapse of Shakespearean proportion. Eight wickets fell for just 124 runs. Muralitharan’s spellbound artistry was the catalyst — 5 for 34, the best figures in a one-day international at Lord’s.

His variations in flight, turn, and trajectory baffled the English, who had no answers to his genius. It was not just wickets, but how they fell — the deception in the air, the spin off the pitch — that made it a performance for the ages.

England’s bowlers, apart from the ever-committed Gough, appeared toothless. Sanath Jayasuriya fell early to a Gough inswinger, triggering a cheer from the crowd. But Marvan Atapattu extinguished all hope with a composed and commanding knock. England’s fielding wilted. The crowd, so often their twelfth man, could only watch in stunned silence.

Collapse, Catharsis, and a Champion's Craft

This triangular series, akin to a novella with multiple narrators, tells stories of fatigue, pride, and transcendence. South Africa exited, perhaps gladly, from a tour too long and too fruitless. England, surging with confidence, succumbed once more to their middle-order curse. And Sri Lanka — joyous, fluid, and strategic — lifted their fifth multilateral trophy since the World Cup, driven by a spinner whose name would soon become a legend.

It was not just a cricket series. It was a transition — from endurance to excellence, from reputation to reality — and in that journey, it was Muralitharan’s spin, more than anything, that turned fate most sharply.

Thank You

Faisal Caesar