When I saw Yusuf Pathan walk in to the match, I had this feeling he might just pull it off. But then the cynic in me took over. Nah. Not possible is what I thought. Then I saw Yusuf take control of the game. I wondered what must have driven him. 7 wickets down and nothing to fight for except sibling pride. Could it be this inspirational poem by Edgar Albert Guest? Dunno. All we know is he dug India out of a deep hole when everyone had given up.
Posted by Anantha.