A spectacle to savour
Watching the preliminaries to the cricket World Cup final on Sunday was inspiring; it was wonderful to see how a game could capture the finer moments of human endeavour so much so as to become more than a game: like the team rooms of this tournament – customised and immaculate, with mementos to savour for a lifetime, and the modern, shiny buses bringing in the teams like clockwork, laughter yet anticipation etched on the faces of players.
And then there was the music as the teams emerged, carrying a deep, almost sombre resonance in a classical mode which compelled you to be silent and in awe, followed by the young ones in white joining hands with the combatants entering, which when effected produced smiles and hugs for these faces of innocence which belied the intense rivalry to come.
And then came the anthems: the quiet, yet bouncy rhythm of Rudder, especially beautiful and West Indian, with few in the stands to mirror such, different for the Sri Lankans whose "Namo, Namo" was on the lips of the thousands present.
Up to then in these few moments I felt that despite everything, the world could be beautiful and provide these special moments to cherish, until Flow's intrusion had to spoil it all.
But then the victory would come which would supersede everything, and amazingly, even as I exulted as did all West Indians in this wonderful moment, I felt for the vanquished Sri Lankans also for having, together with our boys, produced such a special moment in a world full of so much chaos and ugliness.
Dr Errol Benjamin