They said it is our best chance to triumph in the terrain where we never have managed to win a series. Yet, the opening game of another round of high-voltage bout went to the home side- Australia, which not many reckoned had the bite and venom to stop the Indian caravan, before the Boxing day.
But Clarke and Co did everything right they could and with an emphatic win at MCG, they have much to boast about.
But Clarke and Co did everything right they could and with an emphatic win at MCG, they have much to boast about.
India, historically, have been slow starters but what was more scary to see was the way our seasoned, though ageing, batting superstars were trampled upon and their confidence trimmed to push them back with sheer pace force by a young bunch of talented Aussies.
It was not only dreadful but also exposed, to a grave degree, our startling ineptness to adjust quickly.
Before we rip off Team India with over-done scrutiny and find out reasons why skipper Dhoni pressed the defensive button on Day four morning, spare a thought for the Aussies here. For a moment subside the spirit of nationalism (only for a while) and let the cricket seduction overtake your judgmental brain to admire the brilliant, absorbing spell of bowling that was at display at Melbourne, praise the silky cover drives that came from the sweet of Ricky Ponting, who was not even sure of his place in the final eleven. Ed Cowan's gritty debut, Pattinson's unplayable cutters and trademark Aussie agility in the field, all of it orchestrated the result in their favour.
And we have not lost everything; I can't remember any foreign tour that we had not begun on a similar note. There are positives for us too. Umesh Yadav bowled with heart and pace, Zak stung the Aussies as he is expected to do and Ishant, I guess, was just bit out of luck at the moment. India lost 17 wickets for a more 200 odd runs and that's where the shoe pinches.
For a team which is trying to move on from the shadow of a super glorious past, this win is immense. It was crucial to Ponting, might end up deciding Michael Clarke's captaincy fate and it provided Australia a footing on the first step of the long ladder of resurgence.
The scenes post victory cried out loud the salience of this victory. (This kind of emotional outburst more suits the teams from the sub-continent, as such occasions come quite rarely for them)
So why is it so hard for us to admit that on the day Aussies were far better than us and richly deserved to go one up?