One of my favorite movies of all time is The Fellowship of the Ring.
One of my least favorite movies of all time is The Return of the King.
I disliked the former for many reasons. It’s heavy handed, too long, too slow and Jackson strayed too far from the book.
But mostly I hated it because of all of the false endings. You kept thinking it was over…but it just kept going…and going…and going…
There are no truly false endings in sport. When the whistle blows and the clock runs out, that’s it. It’s over.
We as fans do invent false endings however. Last night, for instance, when Cook got out for a golden duck, most spectators declared the series over.
But it’s not. It was a false ending. And let’s hope it was a very false ending. That England go on to bat all day. Delay the end for just one more Test.
Let’s not let Cook’s duck be Frodo and Sam surrounded by lava and waiting for the Eagles, let’s hope it is instead the end of The Towers. Let’s hope for many more false endings and new dawns. For I am not ready for this to be over yet.