Virat Kohli held his pose. No, this was no picturesque cover drive that went piercing through the field and then galloping to the fence. For once, Kohli’s stupefying genius had betrayed him. His face, otherwise lit up by a brattish smile, was now a picture of unmitigated consternation. Behind him, his stumps lay shattered. By then, Steve O’Keefe’s unrepressed glee had taken him to the other side of the pitch, precariously close to the Indian captain. Eventually, no pleasantries were exchanged. O’Keefe didn’t have to say anything, the ball he had bowled had done that — and quite spectacularly so.

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