What went through his mind before this happened:

It was pitch dark and very oppressive under his hood. He heard the rustle and murmur of the people round him, and then the voice of McGinty sounded dull and distant through the covering of his ears.

“John McMurdo,” said the voice, are you already a member of the Ancient Order of Freemen?”

He bowed in assent.

“Is your lodge No. 29, Chicago?”

He bowed again.

“Dark nights are unpleasant,” said the voice.

“Yes, for strangers to travel,” he answered.

“The clouds are heavy.”

“Yes, a storm is approaching.”

Are the brethren satisfied?” asked the Bodymaster.

There was a general murmur of assent.

“We know, Brother, by your sign and by your countersign that you are indeed one of us,” said McGinty. “We would have you know, however, that in this county and in other counties of these parts we have certain rites, and also certain duties of our own which call for good men. Are you ready to be tested?”

“I am.”

Are you of stout heart?

“I am.”

Take a stride forward to prove it.”

As the words were said he felt two hard points in front of his eyes, pressing upon them so that it appeared as if he could not move forward without a danger of losing them. None the less, he nerved himself to step resolutely out, and as he did so the pressure melted away. There was a low murmur of applause.

“He is of stout heart,” said the voice. Can you bear pain?”

“As well as another,” he answered.

“Test him!”

It was all he could do to keep himself from screaming out, for an agonizing pain shot through his forearm. He nearly fainted at the sudden shock of it; but he bit his lip and clenched his hands to hide his agony.

“I can take more than that,” said he.

This time there was loud applause. A finer first appearance had never been made in the lodge. Hands clapped him on the back, and the hood was plucked from his head. He stood blinking and smiling amid the congratulations of the brothers.

“One last word, Brother McMurdo,” said McGinty. “You have already sworn the oath of secrecy and fidelity, and you are aware that the punishment for any breach of it is instant and inevitable death?”

“I am,” said McMurdo.

And you accept the rule of the Bodymaster for the time being under all circumstances?”

“I do.”

Then in the name of Lodge 341, Vermissa, I welcome you to its privileges and debates. You will put the liquor on the table, Brother Scanlan, and we will drink to our worthy brother.”

McMurdo’s coat had been brought to him; but before putting it on he examined his right arm, which still smarted heavily. There on the flesh of the forearm was a circle with a triangle within it, deep and red, as the branding iron had left it. One or two of his neighbours pulled up their sleeves and showed their own lodge marks.

(excerpt from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s The Valley of Fear)

 

Over here, Vatsan argues that BCCI should break away from the ICC and fix major tournaments to ensure an Indian victory. Whereas you can treat that as a comment made in a lighter vein, it is hard to separate BCCI’s rise to dominance of world over the past decade from India’s own economic growth.

For one, the growth has been staggering. The beneficiaries in both cases have been few. In cricket, there is a huge gulf between earnings of players at the international level and domestic levels. And most of this growth hasn’t really translated into changes in infrastructure.

Back when we were kids, the papers used to scream for structural changes in Indian cricket, based on the Australian model. Today, nothing has changed. Except that the BCCI can claim to be world’s richest sporting body, surpassing footballing heavyweights like Juventus, Real Madrid and Manchester United.

Unlike in the case of these football clubs, India’s dominance of the economics of cricket isn’t because we are/were the best for any considerable period of time. As Chappell himself puts it, our cricketers haven’t won any major tournament on foreign soil in over two decades. The rise to riches in Indian cricket is not because we were superior to any of the other cricket-playing nations. It is merely a reflection of our population, and an acknowledgement of its spending power.

As India rises to prominence among nations, especially in areas where the country can assert its burgeoning middle-class, it pays to wonder whether this sheer strength in numbers alone is enough to help us remain there. When will we realise that mere brute force bends? Our policymakers would do well to learn from our experiences on the cricket field.

 

Somewhere in London last evening, Andriy Shevchenko would have been watching with disbelief as the side he left behind last season failed to convert a stellar performance into a telling victory. And AC Milan will, at the end of this season, rue the fact that they didn’t use the money they made on the Sheva deal to get a striker who would have made a difference to their season. That failure alone explains the gulf in points between the Milanese sides, and should be the one reason why the Champions League trophy might not head to Italy.

Milan started the first leg of Champions League quarterfinal against Bayern Munich in a fashion we haven’t seen them play. It was almost as if Carlo Ancelotti thought he had to compensate for the absence of Barcelona and Arsenal, and his side were playing free-flowing football, the kind that is pleasing to the eye. Jankulowski was excellent in the first half, what with searching runs down the left flank, and at one point produced an excellent cross which Seedorf should have tapped in. Oddo, though not as menacing, was a threat down the right wing.

The night witnessed the rise of Michael Rensing’s star. Oliver Kahn’s understudy proved why he would eventually replace his suspended captain at both club and country level. His two splendid saves from close range were Bayern’s best moments of the first half. Their forwards were mostly anonymous, and couldn’t get past Gattuso, let alone the pairing of Nesta and Maldini. The statistics would show that the Bavarian outfit had more shots on and off goal during the first half, but most of those were hopeful drives.

Then, a moment of brilliance from Kaka. The Brazilian juggled his way into the box and was brought down by his countryman Lucio. No penalty, and wisely so — Lucio had had a touch on the ball before felling Kaka. It was an excellent footballing moment — great attacking play, spot-on defending, and a perfect decision by the referee. That moment would repeat itself in the second half, only then the referee would turn villain for the Germans.

Wave after wave of Milan attack somehow remained fruitless (largely through the efforts of Gilardino), and just as it seemed when the home side would have to contend without scoring, Andrea Pirlo made use of some confusion in the German defence and placed a neat header above Rensing and in the back of the net. An unlikely goalscorer, a deserving lead.

Milan looked the more purposeful side at the start of the second half. The passionate supporters of the Rossoneri were witnessing the kind of performance that catapulted their country to World Cup glory last year. Bayern needed all their doggedness just to hang on, and it was Owen Hargreaves who had to turn enforcer for the team from Munich. For a good period in the second half, the Englishman seemed the best Bayern player on view.

Gilardino, still struggling for form, drew a yellow card for disregarding a whistle for off-side — a contentious decision, given that there are at least a few thousand people strutting their whistles at any point in time at the San Siro. He will miss the return leg, but his form on the night means that the Russian official was being kind in relieving him of further misery.

The introduction of Inzaghi didn’t change things a lot, but one could perceive that the Italians were becoming less inclined to attack. And then van Buyten struck! The home team paid for some slack defending and the tall defender (who reminds you of Nathan Bracken) crashed the ball past Dida. Another unlikely goalscorer.

Before the game started, the team from Bavaria had complained against Russian official who was standing in his first European game. Fifteen minutes to go, and he had acquitted himself rather well, and the Germans would have had no reason to complain. But that wasn’t to be. Another superb run by Kaka, another clearance by Lucio, but this time the official deemed that Kaka had been brought down. Their protests in vain, Bayern had to contend with Kaka slotting home a cool penalty. 2-1. Lead restored.

Milan’s overall play and dominance would have justified a 2-1 result, but they paid for not holding on to the ball in the closing minutes. Possession football is staple food for Italian sides. Milan ignored it, and Bayern just had too much of the ball in second-half injury time. van Buyten, just in front of Dida, found himself with a free ball and equalised for the second time, his shot being the last touch of the game.

An away draw is valuable in two-legged ties, but the two away goals that Bayern will take home might prove invaluable. AC Milan can progress still; they just need to keep playing the flowing football that was such a joy to watch, but more importantly, they must convert their chances. However, Gilardino is suspended. Ronaldo cannot play. Oliviera who? Inzaghi isn’t fully fit. How they would have loved to have Shevchenko!

 

You realise how futile, base and even desperate the print and TV media has become when they consider that Mark Shields* going home for Easter vacation as news worth reporting.

* Mark Shields is the Deputy Commissioner of the Jamaican Police, and Chief Investigator in the Bob Woolmer murder case.

 

The shortest music review for the AVM-Shankar-Rahman-Rajni starrer Sivaji reads thus: “the worst soundtrack for a Rajnikanth movie since Arunachalam“.

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