some other day, some other time

Some other day, some other time, 239 would have been enough for the mighty Australians to defend. Not on Sunday. Not when Little Master decided to get busy. Indians were thrilled. Australians were devastated. The reason was the sheer timing of the genius display by Sachin. Nobody doubts his abilities. Still the timing will be an endless source of pain to the Aussies.

I can imagine the arrogant Hayden sitting in the dressing room thinking what went wrong after he had shrugged off India in media and had invited Ishant to the ring. I can also imagine Ponting planning to eat his own words when he earlier stated in a newspaper that a third final won't be necessary. After Sunday, it means the exact opposite.

Whatever happens on Tuesday, cricket as a religion gained a further inch of foothold in India this Sunday. Some other day, some other time it would have only been another victory.