Or one “batter” who has somehow held his nerve for two days, and the #11. Bowlers trying to rotate the strike early in the over desperate to get the lackie on strike. The Batter going for a single at the end of the over. The fielding team knowing this and tempting an open boundary. Belligerence and stubbornness. The pressure slowly mounting on both teams as the third spell begins. Dare they dream to hold the wicket. Every bowl could be the last. The crowd sense the blood. It’s almost as if everyone is willing the “losing” side on. Every dot ball is cheered. No one cares for a boundary.

It’s a weird sport at times.