Got back from Birmingham yesterday in one way happy that I saw some cricket, but in another frustrated at the lack of result. I did not have great hopes of seeing my first live international cricket of the year given Tuesday’s weather forecast for the following day. I would not have minded if it had hammered down with rain all day, but the annoying spits and spots that kept England and New Zealand off the field, seemed tailor made to frustrate. A friend noted I seemed depressed as I munched on my lunchtime sandwiches.
Come two o’clock I was ready to hit the road for the 2 hour journey home avoiding the rush hour and as a last resort popped into the Sports Cafe to see if there was any prospect of play. It was absolutely agonising watching the groundstaff tentatively pull off the first of the outer covers in the background while David Gower chaired a breeze shooting session in the foreground on Sky.
My mood lifted in the taxi on the way to the ground, better late than never I suppose and Edgbaston cheered heartily when the players appeared for the 3pm start with Ian Bell playing at his home ground and the prospect of KP’s switch-hitting fresh in the memory.
Bell only lasted 3 balls before he got a leading edge and was caught in the off-side, looking to clip the ball off his legs. Never mind, time for Pietersen.

Great cheers as he walked out, however he didn’t really seem to time the ball too well, before he hit a catch straight to long-off on the edge of the fielding circle after scoring 13. Luke Wright on the other hand had some good clean hits in half century and having seen him for the first time I was reasonably happy with what was on show.
England lost wickets at some rate towards the end of the innings with Collingwood and Bopara involved in the most farcical, both diving towards the crease to avoid a run out. Bopara went for 10. I was really impressed by Owais Shah who looked in great touch as he got to 18, the highlight being a six he hit deep into the stands and midwicket that got the weather resilient Brummie crowd roaring. Dimi Mascarenhas tried to force the pace towards the end but was out cheaply as England lost all their wickets for 162 runs in their shortened 24 over innings.

Considering the weather, it was absolutely farcical that everyone sat around for half an hour between innings, surely the priority should have been to get on with the game? As it turned out, it made a real difference to the outcome. Or lack of.
The Kiwis came out to bat at six o’clock looking to chase 160 runs in 23 overs with the asking rate at about 7 an over, they played effectively if not in exactly a thrilling manner, picking up singles with the odd four clubbed along the way. The Mexican wave is often a key indicator of such play, but this is what the Black Caps do best; no place for a McCullum or Taylor fireworks show late in the day.

Cloud after dark cloud rolled over the ground during the match, over the pavilion, the pitch and then away towards the city. Unsurprisingly, it got progressively darker during the Kiwi innings with lights from the scoreboard and corporate boxes being very noticeable in what turned out to be the dying overs of the match. The temperature also dropped away significantly with the flecks of rain coming again. Wearing just a T-shirt under my light jacket it was the 18th over when I decided, looking at the skies coming in from behind the pavilion, that I’d had enough. After finally getting a cab outside of the ground (unreconstructed madness!), I slumped thankfully in my seat out of the rain that was now teeming down. On the radio Jonathan Agnew had just announced the abandonment of the game in the 19th over, 6 balls short of the Duckworth Lewis calculation kicking in and a result being had. The Kiwis were rightly annoyed being ahead on Duckworth/Lewis when the umpires pulled the plug.
Driving away from Birmingham later that evening the sky was the brightest it had been compared to almost anytime during the day. Frustrated but not as much as if I were a New Zealander. I had a slight smirk at that.
Hopefully Sunday will be better; I’m going to watch Northants in the Twenty20 Cup.