There are few sweeter sights in sport than Australia being knocked off their perch. With a population no larger than Sri Lanka’s, they punch above their weight in everything from cricket to the Olympics to rugby. Success breeds envy and the Aussies have long dined at the top table. So, when they were served humble pie by Zimbabwe on Friday, there were more than a few quiet smiles around Colombo.

Australia have earned a reputation for bit of arrogance. Their delay in naming a replacement for the injured Josh Hazlewood raised eyebrows. The grapevine suggested they were backing themselves to stroll through the group stage and tailor the replacement according to oppositions in the second round. Looking too far down the track, however, is a risky business, in sport and in life. As Lord Buddha preached, live in the present. The Aussies, it seems, were already eyeing the semi-finals before surviving the preliminaries.

Now their backs are firmly against the wall. Defeat to Sri Lanka on Monday would mean curtains for the former champions. Sri Lanka themselves are walking a tightrope, one loss would leave them sweating over calculators with Net Run Rate coming into the equation.

On paper, Australia remain the superior outfit. Zimbabwe are not supposed to outmuscle them. But cricket, especially at RPS, is not played on paper. It is played on a surface that demand nous. Zimbabwe sized up conditions to perfection. Australia, by contrast, attempted to impose a brand of T20 that belongs on truer decks, see ball, hit ball, clear ropes, repeat.

That approach can be box-office entertainment elsewhere. At RPS, it is a fool’s errand.

Australia have already lost two bilateral series to Sri Lanka at this venue in the last four years. They should have known better. T20 may be a game of flair, but RPS is a theatre of graft. It demands elbow grease, soft hands and sharp cricketing brains. It is about rotating strike, playing percentages and waiting for the loose ball rather than manufacturing one. Trying to muscle every other delivery into the stands is asking for trouble and trouble duly arrived. Several Australian batters perished chasing glory shots, undone by impatience rather than skill.

Zimbabwe opener Brian Bennett offered a masterclass in tempo. His 64 off 56 balls will not feature in any highlight reel, but it was worth its weight in gold. Even after raising his half-century and with wickets in hand, Bennett refused to throw caution to the wind. No wild hoicks, no cowboy cricket. He batted deep and shepherded the innings. Once the target crept towards 170 it was game on.

There is a method to succeeding at RPS. It is not a playground for flat-track bullies. It rewards those willing to roll up their sleeves, not those swinging from the hip.

One of the so-called “big three” has already stumbled in what will go down as one of the tournament’s major upsets. Others who mistake Colombo for a batting paradise may follow.

Sri Lanka, though, will not have home advantage at RPS against Australia. Their showdown is set for Pallekele, where the ball comes on sweeter and the outfield runs like a greyhound. That is terrain Australia will relish.

But in Colombo, the lesson has been served: respect the pitch, or be prepared to eat humble pie.

by Rex Clementine