My post was made just before I bailed out and went to bed. Didn’t notice that my original term “unvaunted” had been autocorrected to undaunted. Bugger.
But you are confusing a bug with a feature. Cricket is a batsman’s game and few things draw more exasperation than having your top 3 back in the shed for bugger all. Conversely when your batting rabbits have a frolic, it lifts every soul in the team.
It’s about managing expectations. If scoring runs could only be done by those who can actually bat, the game would lose much of it’s charm. The exquisite cover drive right out of text book by your #3 off their best and quickest lifts team morale but counts the same as the inside edge onto pad which squirts between keeper and 1st slip from your clueless #11. We admire the Test standard stuff, we love the village level bits.
Getting a start is the hardest aspect of batting. Most batsmen don’t get to double figures most inning. One guy get a century, another gets 50, the rest single figures and a few sundries and your team has a thoroughly respectable 250 in the book.
And also recognising that match conditions change profoundly. First thing in the day the ball is straight out of the packet, hard, seam prominent and primed for movement. The pitch has been under the covers, the grass at it’s greenest and the pitch freshly rolled and hardest. And the best of the bowlers are at their freshest and primed for a crack at the oppositions best. Bowling and fielding plans are made. Nobody wastes a skerick of time on how to bowl to the opposition bowlers.
Advance the clock to the evening session and after 4-5 hours of toil under the sun the fire breathing deck of the morning is now a road. The bowlers have all done three spells are stuffed. The quicks are now bowling military medium, the spinners fingers are tired. The ball is soft with pieces taken out of it when it landed in the car park and will neither swing or seam. The outfield is faster. The fieldsman are jaded. From a dire start at 4-20 the batting team is now 6-200. The number 7 has made their first 50 and not even his Mum thought he could bat. The #8 who hasn’t been to batting practice for a month is swinging like a rusty gate. Most miss but for the odd one he gets enough bat on it to reach the boundary, though rarely in the direction intended. The fielding captain has run out of ideas and is in a blue funk of frustration. The partnership is heading for 100 with no expectation that it will continue and exhilaration for every jagged, scruffed, shanked and toed run that it does. The batting team’s top order applaud the growing total whilst rueing their own failure to get a start and missed opportunity to cash in.