Yuvraj Singh never quite does it

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A few years ago, it was hard to avoid the feeling that Yuvraj Singh’s favourite cricketer was probably, on balance, after much careful consideration, Yuvraj Singh. However, he’s increasingly rounded and likeable and so it’s disappointing to see him merely flicker in Test cricket.

Today’s innings was vintage Yuvraj. He gave a couple of bafflingly unnecessary chances, hit some cracking shots and then lost his wicket just as it looked like India were embarking on one of those long, boundary-laden partnerships that whips the crowd into a fervour. He just never quite does it.

Sometimes Yuvraj looks like a batsman who can do anything. Unfortunately, one thing he can do is find really unexpectedly limp ways of getting out. We kind of get the vibe that one day he’ll realise this; that he’ll suddenly think: “Wait! What if I stopped spooning catches to run-saving fielders?” and that this will presage a dozen hundreds in a row.

At the same time, we also think that India’s selectors might think: “Wait! Why are we repeatedly picking someone who keeps spooning catches to run-saving fielders?”

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22 comments

  1. This is probably his last shot though. With Rahane and co. breathing down his neck, he cant indulge his favorite habit of getting out in increasingly frustrating ways for long.

  2. As long as Pepsi* pays big bucks to him to star in their advertisements, Yuvraj will be in the reckoning. Kohli – excellent as he is – is assured of another 10+ years of India colours(and whites) as the new generation star with maximum saleability. Pujara, on the other hand, will have to watch his back the moment he fails in 3 or 4 consecutive innings.

    * Or Coke. Or Hero Honda. The point stays.

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