It is August 7th 2005; the third day of the second Test of the greatest series. Steven Harmison a man of undoubted talent, racked by anxiety had been the pick of the bowlers at Lords is galloping in bowling thunderbolts, the score is 175-7. Michael Clarke and Shane Warne have been together for 40 minutes and are clawing Australia back into this chase of 282.
I can picture this evening perfectly, it was boiling hot and I was due to watch Fantastic 4 in the cinema (yes really, that abomination). Desperation and perspiration, in Harmison gallops, out his hands comes a loopy yorker on middle and off. Frmo 90mph to 70mph: Clarke a man who would go on to be on to be one of the best batsmen in the world....
STEVEN HARMISON WITH THE SLOWER BALL, ONE OF THE GREAT BALLS
Whilst Australia would go on and very nearly win this match only to be scuppered by Harmison once more, bouncing Kasprowicz and having him glove behind. It is Steve Harmisons slower ball that had me hooked on cricket. My once passing interest in a sport not played at school..... I was in. The roar of the crowd, the near shouting of the commentary, the two handed fist pump of Harmison. We can do this.
This cricket is alright.
Hopefully, BY THE BAREST OF MARGINS got another generation interested in cricket, because big moments and the passion exuded during these hair raising moments is what makes cricket the awesome sport it is.
17 days to go