ENGLAND IS substantially a one nation we hear about a many while flourishing adult in India. The places, a history—of that there is no dearth—the towns, a atmosphere and even a weather. So when a moody indeed crosses German airspace and flies over a North Sea — a same track taken during a German blitzkrieg as we learnt from a story books — and a several English towns start display adult on a Virtual Map, we roughly feel like you’ve been there before. Everything somehow feels really familiar.
There are of march those—from Watford to Reading—that we commend from a eponymous football clubs that they paint or those from cricketing folklore, Tunbridge Wells, where of march Kapil Dev scored his dominant 175 opposite Zimbabwe from a position of 17/5. There are others that ring a bell from some-more pop-culture references—Aldershot facilities in one of Sherlock Holmes’ some-more stirring adventures, a one with a curved man.
And once you’re finished with a extensive subterraneous tour from Heathrow, we start imprinting all that we design out of England. Gloomy skies? Check. A passage in a air? Check. A respectful roughly apologetic drizzle in a air? Check. Red-brick houses backing streets that seem eerily calm? Check. And given it is London, everybody seems to be in a hurry, even during a peculiar hour. And once we get to a Oval, a initial march of movement is spotting a famous Gasholders, that isn’t too tough nor is a large ensign promotion a Women’s World Cup that hangs off it.
But that’s where a Englishness ends on Tuesday. You indeed travel around a belligerent a few times to mark a few locals, for everybody in and around a Oval, from cricketers to fans to even a stewards, seems to be from a subcontinent.
The usually English lot are those behind a many food stalls offered all from a internal decoction to pies. And it’s a stage we design to confront over a subsequent few weeks as a cricket moves to Birmingham and behind to London, during slightest when a Asian teams are in action—there are tighten to 30 media crew from Bangladesh and India respectively, for a record.
For good measure, as a India and Bangladesh compare petered out towards a rudimentary finish, one territory of a Indian fortuitous unexpected erupted with a intone of “Gully, gully mein shor hai, Pakistan chor hai,”, and a Oval had incited into Wankhede, adding to a prevalent familiarity.