Bangladesh marched into Darwin and ripped the soul right out of the Australian cricket team. This was not a Test match. This was a hostile takeover. The visitors needed 57 runs to end this brutal, grinding war. They went out and took them by pure force. It was a bloodbath in the dirt.
The Australian hosts were completely broken. They tried to mount a defense. They failed. Bangladesh swung their flat wooden bats like medieval broadswords. They only lost one man in the final, merciless assault. You simply cannot teach that kind of grit.
Cameron Green managed a century for the Australians. It meant absolutely nothing. You do not win wars with individual batting statistics. You win them with ruthless execution. Bangladesh planted their flag right in the center of the pitch. The Darwin grass is soaked with Australian pride today.
