Surprise, Surprise. Or Shock, Shock.

Ho ho. What a great, big, enormous surprise. If England's win in the first of the best-of-three finals of the tri-series in Australia could have been brushed off as a freak happening, their resounding victory in the second final today was anything but freaky. They were the better side today, no two ways about that. Barely a day after I called the English ODI side a great many unflattering names, including pathetic and uninspiring, they've gone out and done the unthinkable. Beaten Australia in their own den, not just once or twice, but thrice in a row. I have to admit, I don't feel too good about my excessive and arrogant faith in the Australian team's ability now. Maybe the Aussies aren't really all that they're cranked up to be. Maybe Andrew Symonds is an indispensable part of the team. Maybe Mike Hussey isn't as prodigious as his statistics. Maybe Adam Gilchrist is a spent force. Or maybe, the England team aren't really a bunch of miserable pushovers. I'm sorry, but I'm just not up to a decisive analysis of the game today. It was shocking, that's all. Right from the persistence of the startling run of form of Paul Collingwood to the extraordinary amount of swing generated by Liam Plunkett and coming to a head with Jamie Dalrymple's sensational catch by to dismiss Shane Watson, the day was filled with shocks. Ah well, it was just one of those days.

India, meanwhile, made a terrible mess of what seemed a straightforward run chase against a spirited Sri Lankan side. I thought Mahendra Singh Dhoni was tailor-made for situations like the one his team found itself in today. I guess I was wrong. But the Sri Lankans were truly remarkable - Kumar Sangakkara's innings was a real gem, and some of the catches that the Lankans took would've done Jonty Rhodes proud. Pakistan, on the other hand, finally got a taste of what India had to suffer on their tour to South Africa, being presented with a difficult pitch and penetrative South African bowling. And to nobody's surprise, being the sub-continent team that they are, Pakistan surrendered as meekly as a bunch of frightened rabbits being forced to have dinner with a pack of wolves.

Karan Johar's Koffee with Karan began its second second season today, and his guests were, predictably, Shahrukh Khan, Kajol and Rani Mukherjee. I must say, I've gotten kinda tired of seeing these four talk about each other. The first half of the show was pretty dull, what with Shahrukh Khan's supposedly intellectual pearls of wisdom about everything from professional rivalry to the invasion of stars' privacy by the media being perfectly matched in drabness by Rani Mukherjee's political correctness and somewhat-lost expressions. It was only the now-legendary rapid-fire round and Kajol's overdone effervescence that kept the show alive. Frankly, I think Mr. Johar needs more than a change in the furniture and the colors of the sets to maintain the popularity of the show. Perhaps some interesting guests?

You know who'd make a great guest on Koffee with Karan? Andrew Flintoff, that's who. I just want to know whether he's capable of having any expression on his face other than those of delirious joy and tearful dejection. He always seems to be in one of these two moods, and today, sadly, it was delirious joy. How depressing.