Low expectations is the first refuge of fatalists: what will happen will happen as predetermined by the Great Umpire above and therefore unalterable by players down below. Low expectations is the last fallback of the meek: if you expect the worst, nothing worse can happen. Low expectations is a classic anytime buffer against failure: "Arre, yaar, what did I tell you?"
It now seems a long time ago, but it was against such a backdrop of national doubt and circumspection that the Indian cricket team set forth on November 21 to breach the Final Frontier. The 'nattering nabobs of negativism' predicted anything from a 4-0 whitewash to a respectable 2-0 defeat; the '0' continuing to remain the proud property of the land of Hindu-Arabic numerals.