The Calm Before the Wicket

The stadium holds its breath. Floodlights blaze down on pristine green as 90,000

fans fade to silence. A golden ball rolls across the pitch, slowing, stopping.

Right there, dead center. The bat rests beside it, waiting.

This is the moment between chaos and war. Fifteen minutes where legends catch

their breath and underdogs plot revenge. The scoreboard freezes. The roar pauses. But the tension?

It's building. Because in cricket, the break isn't rest. It's the calm before

someone's world changes forever. The ball sits there, innocent, knowing it's about

to ruin somebody's day.