First, let’s be clear – the best way to make the Black Caps perform is to injure them or deprive them of a couple of key players.
The Hurricanes use to claim that you should expect the unexpected but even that doesn’t go close to describing the experience of supporting the Black Caps.
Admittedly, it’s only two games in a row but still the games that have been one were both must win games and as I’ve noted already required some character that has been sadly missing in recent years.
And it hasn’t been lost on the world’s press either.
The SMH was impressed:
Brave New Zealand shrugged off an injury crisis to defeat England by four wickets at the Wanderers overnight and join them in the Champions Trophy semi-finals.
So too were the Poms who it must be admitted have to put up with an equally inconsistent team.
The Telegraph however notes that the Poms have a bad record against the Black Craps:
But it also continues [England's] strangely awful record against New Zealand, whom they have beaten only four times in the last 18 attempts.
Ready yourself for the backhanded compliment:
It is almost as if England can get themselves up for the big teams – the Indians or the South Africans – and yet still tend to underestimate the resilient and resourceful Kiwis. The adrenaline does not start pumping when Grant Elliott, a typical New Zealand trundler, begins his shuffling approach to the crease. And yet on a pitch like this one – which was as cracked as a castaway’s lips – a gentle medium-pacer can be just as dangerous as the nastiest fastie in town.
The Times saw this as more of a Pommy failure but frankly, who cares?
Even at 2,000 metres above sea level it is possible to crash down to earth. England did just that yesterday, and will now face the winners of today’s match between Australia and Pakistan in the semi-final at Centurion on Friday having missed the chance to finish top of group B.
While all three mentioned The Run Out That Wasn’t, only the Guardian kicked off with a reference to it:
The Champions Trophy might not be the biggest tournament in the world, but it certainly does a roaring trade in moral dilemmas. England have played three times and on each occasion captains have spent half the night agonising over ‘The Spirit of Cricket’. At this rate, umpires raising fingers will soon be replaced by priests administering blessings.
While Vettori rightfully gets the plaudits, McCullum gets a bit of borax:
The striking fact here is that McCullum has made a habit of such practice, and with New Zealand’s approval. In a Christchurch Test three years ago, with the ball still ‘live’, he threw down the stumps to run out Muttiah Muralitharan, who had walked out of his crease to congratulate Kumar Sangakkara upon making a century. A year earlier, in Bulawayo, McCullum ran out Chris Mpofu when he walked down the pitch to congratulate Blessing Mahwire upon his maiden Test fifty.
And we complain about the underarm?
Hardly any positive comments about the Black Craps … but this is the English papers and they love nothing more than an England failure.
Glad to be of assistance!