I have had some wonderful Saturdays but my goodness, Saturday, June 24th was definitely a day to forget.
It started well enough, as I went to the beach in the company of my beautiful granddaughter, who made me do anything she wanted; and before that, I had looked at India struggle against Afghanistan.
Then I saw the West Indies grab the early initiative against the Kiwis in a must-win encounter for the Caribbean side.
Later in the evening, after the West Indies game had finished, I planned to settle down to see the Soca Warriors compete against the USA in the Gold Cup in a game the Americans dubbed “revenge.”
They were obviously still hurting from the 2-1 defeat at the Ato Boldon Stadium in November 2017 which eliminated them from participation in the 2018 FIFA World Cup.
Firstly, let us examine the West Indies game. Once again, we snatched defeat from the jaws of victory.
The New Zealanders, I thought, got about 20 runs too many. In other words, I was hoping to limit them to around 275; especially taking into account that after 12 overs they were 36 for two and when Kane Williamson got out there were 21 balls left and the lower half of the batting added 40 precious runs. Again, like against the Aussies, I felt our batting was capable of reaching the target if they batted sensibly.
Enough has been said about the dismissal of Nicholas Pooran, Shimron Hetmyer and Chris Gayle, who had the opposition on the back foot.
The fields were defensive; singles and twos were there for the taking, but no. The two swash-buckling left-handers had to show that they were macho men and tried to blast the bowlers into orbit.
It was just a matter of time before their luck would run out and they would have also known that we had an injured batsman in Evin Lewis who would only bat out of necessity. From a comfortable 142 for two, we slid like lava from a volcanic eruption to 164 for seven.
Here we go again must have been the general consensus amongst West Indies fans with another embarrassing defeat looming after England and Bangladesh, except for one man, Carlos "Remember the Name" Brathwaite.
I must admit I never had him in the squad, far less the final eleven but he played one of the finest ODI innings I have had the pleasure to witness.
He turned Old Trafford from a wake into a delirious West Indian frenzy and all the while we were on the edge of our seats. Unfortunately, he got out to the one bowler whom I thought would not get his wicket in Jimmy Neesham; but he bowled intelligently.
He saw how Brathwaite dismantled Matt Henry with 25 runs off the 48th over and slowed down his bowling, making Brathwaite reach for the ball. He missed the first two and then, in the end, was caught at long-on while going for the six to win the match.
Reporter: Colin Murray