Dawid Malan fell prey to the classic brain fade. It wasn't amongst the cream of the crop. Not Steve Smith turning towards the dressing room to seek some quick advice on an lbw referral or Glenn Maxwell shouldering arms at a ramrod straight shooter to hear the morbid clank of wood. Malan's episode didn't involve a life and death scenario or an epilogue which nudges the victim into the rabbit hole of ignominy. In fact, his grey matter betrayed him on the most auspicious occasion a batsman can think of. On the very verge of victory.
Scores drawn level with Malan on strike at 98, England stood within sniffing distance of a prolific series whitewash over South Africa in Cape Town. They had 15 balls left in the tank to knock off the solitary winning run whereas Malan just needed a brace to avail the magic three-figure mark and put a kibosh on the cynicism revolving around his place in T20Is. A hundred would have been one hell of a statement. But alas, it wasn't meant to be as he eked out a yorker to point for a single to finish the clean sweep against Proteas in their own backyard. Their belief beggared, startled faces in the pavilion rose to a standing ovation for Malan, the near-centurion, the late bloomer who's constantly wading his way through an existential crisis in England's star-studded pecking order.
"I honestly should've known about the hundred, I did, but I went for the single either way. Maybe I should go back to math class," Malan conceded in a lighter vein after shepherding England's climb to the 192-run target alongside Jos Buttler who contributed 67* in their unscathed alliance worth a bumper 167.
The sword is always dangling over Malan's neck. Don't let the number one rank among T20I batsmen wheedle you into believing otherwise. Despite an earth-shattering T20I average of 48.71 and a strike rate of 146.66, the southpaw himself admitted, in a build-up presser to the South African assignment, that he still doesn't walk into the team.
"The rank doesn't guarantee runs, it certainly doesn't guarantee you a spot in the team. Everyone has to work to play for England. I don't think it's ever just given on a plate. Every opportunity is gold when you are trying to break into this team. All I can do is put in the work in the nets and if I get the opportunity to play, keep scoring as many runs as I can to put pressure on the guys that have the spots," he said while emphasizing the cut-throat competition in England's team.
You bet he has put his fellow contenders under the pump with an overall tally of 173 runs in the three slam-bang matches, saving the best for the last in which he occupied the crease long enough to offer a microscopic view of his potential to pundits and fans alike. Malan is neither a fish from the pod of muscle-packed bullies who worship the tormentor that is Andre Russell, nor is he an extremely gifted entity like Rohit Sharma or Quinton de Kock to whom the game of cricket seems a lot more kind than other mere mortals. He straddles a neat line between both, making merry of whatever little gifts of timing and poise he has been blessed with while calculating with careful consideration when to give a sneak peek of the hard-hitting beast. On a balmy Tuesday evening at Newlands as well, it took two to tango.
The nerves settled with a couple of boundaries against Anrich Nortje, the first being a delectable swivel-pull. Malan poked South Africa where it hurt them. Lutho Sipamala was an evident loophole in their attack which was still coming to grips with the bad news of Kagiso Rabada sustaining a right adductor strain. He overstepped on his first bite at the cherry and Malan swooned the free hit high and handsome over fine leg. Tabraiz Shamsi was greeted into the mix with a cold-blooded reverse-sweep before George Linde copped the venom of Malan's beefy wrists for a scintillating backfoot punch. Bringing intelligence to the fore in a format governed by a devil-may-care gospel, Malan joined the tactical dots of his innings as if they were silken beads of a bracelet, each dash to the fence burying on its path the debate of a seemingly undeserved place in the batting order.
"Very happy that the last two innings, I wasn't hitting as well as I'd like, but this time I really got some momentum. The wicket played really well and that was to my advantage. It was skidding really nicely onto the bat and it was a lot of fun to play. Jos didn't start as quickly as he would have liked but I had the momentum and took the pressure off him, and that ebbed and flowed over the course of the partnership. I play the same way every time, sometimes it comes off and sometimes, it doesn't. I have the power and it's just about applying myself," Malan laid bare his heart in the post-match presentation, talking with the host broadcaster.
There's a proverb that has become almost a mandatory baggage for the players on the other side of the thirties, for instance, Joe Denly and Malan. It goes that 'the clock is ticking', signifying the fact that these not so young men are always racing against time in their bid to cement a place in the national side. And irrespective of the statistics that flow fluidly from their bat or ball, they are destined to be examined through the unforgiving lens of age. Safe to say, Malan has rammed his fist into the clock's dial for now.
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