Have you ever sat on the edge of your seat for five straight days, only to have your soul crying out loud in the final hour?
Welcome to India vs. England at Lord’s, 2025, a Test match that gave us hope, heartbreak, and just enough chaos to ruin your sleep schedule.

Final result?

So Close, Yet So Far! Lord’s Breaks a Billion Hearts as India Falls Short by 22 Runs


England wins by 22 runs.
What that doesn’t tell you: India had it. In their hands. Fingers wrapped around it. And then… we just let go.

193. That’s it. That was the target.

For a team that chased down 300+ in ODIs on a Tuesday like it's a warm-up game, 193 should’ve been a Sunday stroll. But no.
We crumbled. Like a Parle-G in hot chai.
We were 116/4. Then 133/7. Then blink-and-miss 170 all out.

Jadeja tried. God, he tried.
A fighting 61 not out. Carried the tail on his back like a man dragging dead weight uphill. But cricket is cruel when it wants to be poetic.
And this ending? Straight out of a Greek tragedy with a desi twist.

Siraj Was All Fire And Fined For It

Mohammed Siraj did what every Indian watching at 2 AM wanted to do, scream into the void.
He sent Ben Duckett packing with a fiery send-off. ICC, in its usual joyless tone, slapped him with a fine and a demerit point.
But let’s be real, he was all of us in that moment. Tired. Frustrated. And not here for passive aggression.

Ben Stokes, You Drama Queen Genius

Ben Stokes didn’t just captain this game, he directed it like a prestige Netflix thriller.
Mid-game shifts. Close-in fields. Bowling changes that hit like plot twists.
You hate him because he gets it right. Every. Single. Time.
No runs from him, no wickets. But still, the man walked away with control of the entire match.

Kohli, Gill, Rohit, The Veterans Ghosted

We’ve got the batting firepower of an Avengers-level line-up, but this game?
Rohit looked like he was buffering.
Gill teased us with shots, then dipped like a flaky Tinder date.
Kohli,well, he was starting to look settled. Then he gave it away. Again.
We don’t deserve this pain, and yet here we are.

England Didn’t Win. We Lost. There’s a Difference.

Look, England played well.
Bairstow’s one-handed screamer? Insane.
Wood’s spell? Blistering.
But make no mistake: we lost this match more than they won it.
It was ours to take. And we choked.
Not because we aren’t capable but because we’ve made a habit out of making the hard look impossible.

And the Series? Still Alive. Barely.

This was the third Test. England now leads 2–1.
But this isn’t over. Not even close.
Because if there’s one thing we know about this team, it’s this: they rise when they’re cornered.
Maybe Old Trafford will be our redemption arc.
Maybe Pant returns. Maybe Gill remembers he’s a prodigy. Maybe we stop pretending 193 is a mountain.

Final Take:

Lord’s isn’t just a ground. It’s a legacy.
And this week, it broke a billion Indian hearts with surgical precision.
We’ve seen collapses before. But this one?
This one had hope first. That’s what stings the most.

Now You Tell Me:

Was this just another day in Test cricket, or do we need a serious top-order intervention?
Drop your heartbreak score out of 10.
Mine’s an 11.