When vacation comes everyone returns home for festivals that’s when local cricket tournaments in Nepal start to kick off. Like previous years We, Brothers, friends, and colleges decided to participate in the cricket tournament. We ourselves were not able to win the tournament on our own so we called for few academy cricketers. So we were ready and pumped up but the imported players were our trump card. We were there to support them.
In the second innings of our opening match in the tournament “प्रथम जागौँ युवा खुल्ला क्रिकेट कप-२०७५“. We were on course for comfortable victory having opposition team 7 Down and requiring 30 odd runs off the final over. I was handed the ball. Boys wanted me to have a fair share on the victory bowling the last over apart from fielding.
Even though I hadn’t bowled for a good part of a year I was pretty confident of defending the total BTW who wont when its 30 +
Bowling the Final Over
Here I was, running in to bowl my filthy right arm medium over the wicket, Nothing in my mind except to bowl full and straight. If Incase the batsman missed I could grab a bonus wicket or two. With my dodgy run-up and action, I happened to bowl a back of the length ball touch short and outside off but not short enough and wide enough to cut, which was the exact mistake batsman did, handing a simple catch to point. I was pretty sure about the catch by Rohan cause the boys were so clinical that day, grasping every opportunity that came by. Yea talking about the celebration, I didn’t celebrate that much apart from few high fives with the boys. I knew I wasn’t as good as I was back then and was in the team for being a mentor like stuff rather than being a commandable player.
Two in Two !!!!!
Okay on to the next ball, in came the new batsman at the crease. The leg-side field was already densely packed for my genuinely slow pace. I ran to bowl a similar type of delivery, back of the length just outside off. This time the batsman mistimed a pull and got no way near the mid of the bat. A spooning catch to mid-wicket, safely grabbed with bucket-shaped hand by Subash as batsman crossed over. Not the greatest of bowls to take wickets but who cares. So two wickets in two balls. Really? Lucky Right? Yea Maybe.
Hat-trick within a touching distance
In came eight fielders in the 30-yard circle cause improbably I was on a hattrick. Boys were pumped up and cheering up for the hat-trick. I was within a touching distance of a hattrick but with not so good deliveries. The situation I was in was with luck but what was ahead couldn’t be archived purely by luck. So shall I bowl the same ball or shall I go for the full fast and straight manta? What If I end up bowling rubbish ball and let down mine anticipated mates. I had my heart pounding such that I would’ve given the wrong answer had you asked what my name was. Damn!! I was that nervous. It probably was because I had zero expectations for myself bowling the last over to complete the formality of the win. But incredibly I was within a touching distance of extraordinary feat.
With cheering mates not expecting anything less than a wicket. I ran onto bowl the hat-trick ball. I was trying to bowl at least a good ball if a wicket-taking ball. But just opposition to that I bowled a seriously bad ball. A long hop asking to be belted for a boundary. As soon as I released the ball I knew I bottled it. The sound of the bat was crisp. But fielders were shooting for a catch. As a natural reaction, I looked at the ball. The fielder, who happened to be one of few imported players was running for it and took a well-judged catch. Thus, I grabbed an improbable and unthinkable hattrick. At the death sometimes you get smoked but sometimes you do get those wickets. And it was one of those days when everything I touched turned to gold.
We did finish the tournament as Runners Up, losing the final by the slimmest of margin in 1 wicket. More importantly, we had fun and that’s the reason why we play this beautiful game of cricket.