West Indies were men on a mission going into the World T20 last game – a nonconformist outfit of compelling names, joined in wrath subsequent to being slandered as hired soldiers by their board, and approaching their battle as though it was an Ocean’s 11 heist. Up against them, Eoin Morgan’s England were more similar to a group of explorers – wide-looked at yet anxious, submerging themselves in the India experience, and taking in the T20 culture on the foot.
They had been shown a savage exercise in their first round of the competition. Chris Gayle’s 48-ball 100 included 11 fearsome sixes, a measurement that slice ideal to the core of the macho strategies that, in Sri Lanka four years sooner, had earned West Indies their lady World T20 crown.
Thus, in the last, Morgan played a masterstroke. For the second over of the run pursue, he hurled the ball to the naughty part-clock Joe Root. Gayle and Johnson Charles had their inner selves played like banjos, and at 5 for 2 in the second finished, the diversion was authoritatively in progress.
Yet, even as England wriggled and moved to keep up their control of the challenge, that bothering risk still droned out of sight. The Pain Train could maneuver into the station at any minute, notwithstanding when – as it happened – West Indies had been left requiring 19 to win in the last over of the competition.
What is his name once more, the man on the right?
Enter Ben Stokes, one of nature’s instigators – a quality that, looking back, maybe wasn’t the need of England’s hour, given that all they needed to do was keep their cool. His first conveyance, to Carlos Brathwaite, was smoked over profound fine leg to decrease the necessity to 13 from five, and touch off an enthusiasm in the stands that coordinated the tumult between Stokes’ ears.
Feeds came back to the highest point of his check, breathing profoundly, directing his considerations. Be that as it may, his second conveyance was no better – an endeavored yorker, swinging compliantly into the toes and swung robuslyt over long-on to break England’s determination. At this point Stokes was sparkling sun powered red – his feelings mixing with the particular shade of England’s unit – and however the necessity was still near two runs a ball, there were few questions about where this challenge was going.
All things considered, in charged Stokes by and by, and out came that striding front foot and another clubbing swing, over the spreads this time as the length was nailed and West Indies’ burrow arranged their festivals. There was no requirement for Brathwaite to complete the match in style, yet he could scarcely have closed it some other way – pinging his fourth six of every a column, this time over midwicket, before hurling back his arms in triumph.