Test match cricket often has a meditative rhythm, and over time we tend to forget details and merely remember who won or lost or whether it was a draw. Yet in many matches there are moments of such surpassing incandescence that we remember them vividly and for long after. In this essay, I'd like to illustrate the truth of this by focusing on moments in three Test matches that stood out for their brilliance - but which, when we look at their final scorecard, seem to be matches that were unexceptional, even one-sided affairs. Indeed, these Tests may well be forgotten - except by those who witnessed these events (live or on television) and will cherish the energy and the possibilities that they captured, if only momentarily. Two of these Tests were very recent while the third goes way back to 1980.
When the Aussies, riding on a 5-0 shellacking of England in the 2013-14 Ashes, arrived in South Africa to take on the No. 1-ranked Test team for a three-Test series, it was a mouth-watering prospect. The first Test, however, was a surprising no-contest. South Africa were totally outmatched, bowled out for barely 200 runs in each innings, and lost by a colossal 281 runs. What is more, they were manhandled by the Aussie fast bowlers, with Mitchell Johnson producing the sort of pace that made their batsmen - consciously or otherwise - long for the safety of the pavilion. When the second Test began
in Port Elizabeth, the series was poised on a pivot: would it live up to the hype or would South Africa fold like they had in the first Test? A look at the scorecard will show you that they came roaring back to win by 231 runs. It will also show you that
Morne Morkel returned unexceptional figures of 3 for 63 off 17 overs in the first innings and 1 for 46 off 15 in the second.
What the scorecard does not show, however, is the massive statement Morkel made during the Australian first innings with a spell of incredible hostility in which he had the batsmen hopping, ducking, weaving and swaying, peppering them all over their bodies and helmets. With the exception of David Warner, who held his own, all the others looked distinctly uncomfortable. Morkel telegraphed his intention of being the enforcer - going around the wicket and into the ribcage of the batsmen, with fielders positioned for both the hook to the deep and the desperate fend to short leg. The message was clear: it was not just about squaring the series, it was about erasing the humiliation of the first Test, when Hashim Amla, Graeme Smith and others had worn red leather on their bodies, courtesy Johnson. When Morkel nailed the latter on his helmet and cracked it, you knew that irrespective of the series result (the Australians would win it 2-1) South Africa could hold their heads high. Morkel had ensured no one could accuse them of having bottled it under pressure, or of not having the gumption for a fight. One might even say that the spell Morkel bowled in that first innings enabled the destruction that the other South African bowlers wrought all around him.