They even managed to lose three wickets to Albie Morkel, who apparently still exists. Confusingly, with age he’s starting to look like Morne Morkel’s younger, chubbier brother. Guess the fat pushes out the wrinkles. There could also be some sort of Dorian Gray style arrangement which sees team-mate Chris Morris taking on the role of the painting because the seamer looks a good 15 years older than he really is.
When we switched on, all of the players were sitting around doing nothing during what should have been South Africa’s run-chase. This was because the crowd were busying themselves peppering the outfield with bottles. With the boundaries being so far in, there was zero chance of them hitting any of the players, but they stopped the game anyway.
Presumably the fans were doing this in the hope that it would somehow reverse time and give the home team a second chance to set a decent score. Or maybe they were doing it as a favour to the broadcasters, allowing them to squeeze in the requisite number of ad breaks in what looked like being a rather short match.
Either way, time continued conventionally – albeit perhaps a little slower – and 92 remained the target. When South Africa reached 70-3, another bottle shower saw the players walk off.
Imagine caring that much about a Twenty20 match. Maybe they were just irritated that they couldn’t make beer snakes because the bottles didn’t tesselate.