I was there. Inside the tunnelled entrance roofed aslant by the steps, I beheld the spectacular, lush green vista and recollected the ambience of the autumn and the spring. The grand spectacle in the morning, under the scorching, lemon-coloured sunrays had a reminiscing effect of the spring of 2005.
I chose the side-view; the other side was cluttered. The score perhaps was 76-1 in the seventeenth over. Watson dived and skidded to make it to the finishing line. Ponting scored fluently and ran himself out, while attempting a quick single, when he looked poised to get a hundred. Afterwards, the run-rate dropped inexplicably but Watson stayed calm, perseveringly defended elegantly down on one knee. He spent thirty-six deliveries in the nervous nineties. (He has scored three nineties and a score of eighty-nine in four consecutive tests in the 2009-10 season.) Then a nudge towards square leg brought up his century.
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