A World Cup final. Against Australia. In Australia.
The only way it could be better is if we win the damn thing. It’ll be like repatriating pavlovas and Split Enz in one hit. (They can keep Russell Crowe.)
But let’s face it, the odds are agin us.
The Aussies are stacked full of talent. Bowling, batting, fielding, they’re bloody good. And they’re peaking at the right time.
Put against that, the Black Caps are also stacked full of talent. But I reckon we’re one fast bowler short of the Aussies, and our middle order has a tendency to need to settle before they blast. And Mitchell Starc is not prone to letting you settle.
Where we might have an advantage is in the mind part of the game. The pressure of expectation sits firmly on the Aussies. Our coach is cooler than a cucumber in a freezer, and our captain is ferociously focused.
The Aussies are bound to have a go with the sledging, and the Aussie media are trying to spark a bit of contretemps.
Ignore it. Play what’s in front of you.