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There are no apparent reasons |
- Sidharth Monga
Two
years in a row I saw Pete Sampras losing the U.S
Open finals in succession to Marat Safin and
Lleyton Hewitt. Yet, when he faced Andre Agassi
the third time around he took his game to
heights mortals can’t imagine. Pete Sampras has
always maintained that Andre Agassi brings out
the best in him.
Sachin Tendulkar and V.V.S. Laxman have shown
they have quite a liking for the Aussie attack,
while we have seen Sachin being below par
against Kiwis, a much more humble opposition,
and that too for an extended phase. Any reasons?
No, none that are apparent and exhaustive!
Similarly, why couldn’t Bjorn Borg win a single
U.S. Open while his baseline game suited the
hard courts more than the grass courts of
Wimbledon where he won an astounding 5 times?
Defies logic. What is the reason behind the love
story between Laxman and Eden Gardens? None we
could do a thesis about. How can Lleyton Hewitt
win a Wimbledon and not a French Open? Baffles
me. What sort of a kick does Sampras get out of
playing Agassi that he raises his game to
unexplored levels?
Such is the beauty of the sport that
contradictions only add to it. Where else would
you find such contradicting happenings and still
find them exhilarating and enchanting? Why is it
that sportsmen like one ground more then the
other? Why is it that some players cherish one
opposition more than the other? Why is it that
some grounds earn the reputation of being a jinx
for certain players? Why is it that some
surfaces always stay an unsolved puzzle for some
sportsmen?
The latest contradiction in this line is the
repeated un-Sachin like performance against
Kiwis. (Your writer refuses to accept it as
failure) Who would believe that Sachin has been
all at sea against bowlers like Daryll Tuffey
and Jacob Oram while he has made mince meat out
of the likes of Glen McGrath and Shoaib Akhtar?
Not until you see it and find it absorbing too.
The man who has given Shane Warne literal
nightmares gets comprehensively beaten by Daryll
Tuffey, gets out to a slower ball in a Test
match and scores runs at a strike rate of less
than 50 per 100 balls, now that’s what I call
un-Sachin like.
A part of the run drought that Sachin is going
through against the Black Caps could be
attributed to the awful pitches India was
treated to in New Zealand. But the Indian
pitches were haven for batters. I was just left
wondering if it was Sachin himself or some
impostor at the Motera who struggled
painstakingly before edging a slower ball to the
slips (Yes! He got out to a slower ball in a
test match).
A part of it could be attributed to that uncanny
knack of Kiwis to be able to draw the opposition
down. If they can raise their own game to the
opponents’ level, they are good at dragging the
opposition down. More than the Kiwi bowlers
being spectacular, it has been Sachin who hasn’t
looked the scavenger that he is. But come
Australia and the man changes into a hungry
predator. Who knows why?
In the last three matches of one day series in
NZ he gave the impression he wasn't really
there. His body was there, but the mind
somewhere else, thinking something else, or as
if he didn’t want to be there. He played like
mere mortals, not being able to cope up with the
likes of Daryll Tuffey. What is it that Kiwis
have that Sachin’s mind goes wandering? What
makes him play the Black Caps like a
disillusioned student going through a biology
class? Ironically enough, it’s the same New
Zealand side that Tendulkar smashed around for
his highest One Day score.
As we go wilting away at our keyboards, Hewitt
may one day win a French Open; Laxman may fail
at Eden Gardens; and even before this piece is
out Sachin might have scored a masterful century
against NZ in the ODIs. After all, it’s the
philosopher who overcomes his own doubts and the
scientist who answers his own queries.
But no scientific laboratory could explain why
certain things remain as jinxes and why some
others become a gold rush. It wouldn’t be sport
if some biomechanics could explain this.
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