Some of the best knocks in cricket have come in a losing cause. Like Ghatotkacha scattering the army of Duryodhana before his eventual demise, sometimes cricketers lose their fear, of winning and losing, and play some astounding innings, exemplified best by someone like AB De Villers, with a dazzling array of astounding, outrageous shots. There was a test match against Australia on a spicy pitch in South Africa where he smashed a mind blowing 92 against Johnson, Harris and Siddle. Yesterday, at Eden Park Auckland (how I dream of watching a game there: what atmosphere: three must see places: a packed MCG, a packed Eden Gardens, and a packed Eden Park; (I would have loved it if the pitch was like in the old: at an odd 45 degree angle creating all kinds of corners, angles and short boundaries) ) against Wahab Riaz and co, AB stood up, like Ghatotkacha against Karna and co; words (at least, not my words) will not do justice to his knock: one must go watch it to truly savor the magnificence that is AB. (Of course, every World cup showcases a cricketer at the absolute pitch of his powers: the Arjuna of his day; this world cup’s Arjuna might well be ABDV).