Toi Sports Reporter attacked in London: ‘After the Lord’s Test alone at midnight, I faced the most scary moment of my life’. Cricket news

Timesofindia.com in London: It was close to midnight, and the overhead train line was about to reach Northwick Park Station – my last destination. The match ended at Lord’s a few hours ago, and after a quick cutting and near the Tower Bridge, my colleagues covered the Anderson-Tendulkar trophy, everyone spread to their respective directions.My stretch did not overlap with anyone, so I covered the last leg of the journey from home – as I was last week in London. The Northwick Park Station wears a uninhabited form during midnight hours, but I had never felt suspicious in the last one week. Monday night, however, turned out to be separated.Just after leaving the station, I took out my residence in Lulworth Avenue and continued my favorite songs. Before taking an immediate turn from the station, it felt as business as usual and saw five men, in their 20s, came to me. With his body language, he correctly covered half his face with Balaklav – nothing was right about that moment.I immediately freeze because I had a lot of expensive equipment: a laptop, two cell phones and personal accessories. Two of the five started walking towards me, while the other three continued to walk at the station to monitor the road. The scene felt out of a Bollywood film directly in the residential neighborhood, which was not burnt generously.

I was immediately reminded of my traveling colleagues that before playing the day, he was drunk and misbehaved with drunk. And here I was in the hours of night’s wee, alone, alone, in its heart.The first response was to withdraw a few steps, and when one of them aggressively accused and said, “Calm, brother. We just want to talk. “Of course, it was hardly a moment to remain calm because I knew what was next. In the next second, the other man asked me for the camera because I was carrying a heavy tripod in my hand.When he did not get an ideal response from me, one of them inspired me to remove the smartwatch from his left wrist. This was when I started shouting as adrenaline and was captured by nervousness. As soon as the masked man arrived for a knife in his jacket, I gave a wild swing to the tripod, and he left a few steps back.In that divided moment, I started running for my life – quite literally – and shouted the best exploited in Punjabi, hopefully someone from nearby houses will come to help. While none of this happened, a man chased me for 50 meters-which felt very long-before he takes a U-turn because the next neighborhood was better burnt.

Still shaken, the first thing I did was to my wife, who was deep in sleep because it was around 5 o’clock. But I needed to hear a familiar voice then, and when I achieved the compute again, the next call went to my colleagues, with which I was sharing the house.In another partition, they reached my place, pacified me, and together we went home. I was still in a state of shock because it was a narrow migration from a maging – or worse.I had many ideas in my head. What if they managed to get the knife out? Physically, what if they had taken my precious goods – some personal and some officers? What if they were away with my passport too?The thoughts kept crossing my mind, but at that moment I saw my tripod and smiled. I cursed it when I flew to England because I was Rs. 9,000 in more goods fees due to size. Still, I was here. On my last day in London, that piece of metal saved my life, equipment and accessories.