David Warner let out a growl, hopping sideways like an astronaut on moon. Sunrisers Hyderabad now needed just a run more to complete a remarkable heist, almost single-handedly plotted and executed by Warner. He was both the conniving don and the henchman. Warner’s celebration wasn’t preposterous, for he was sure the match wouldn’t escape his firm grasp, as it had seemed on many junctures in their shaky chase, where Warner’s biggest ally was his number eight.
Now they needed just a run off five balls. Warner bunts the second ball of the last over past the point to let out that customary high-five, as when he accomplishes something really special. And it was most special on every count, right among his absolute best, and we are talking about one of most feared batsmen around, who has achieved pretty much everything in his career, World Cup, Ashes and hundreds across formats, and what not in the cricketing globe. But seldom with his national team had he to single-handedly orchestrate such a heady, nerve-jangling chase. A cursory glance at the scorecard is revelatory. In fact, it speaks for itself.