It’s a queer world, isn’t it? The Baggy Greens, who was breathing stertorously just before the World Cup ended up on a high note. Life bestows upon you countless such events for which you are grateful for ages to come. You just can’t reason your way out of it. The same is what happened with Australia whose ruptured surface resealed itself. The beauty of the Oz Sheila which seemed like evanescing over the course of time reputed this canard. Their machine was on the fritz and they were never ready for being on the Warpath. Whatever they did, they did it on the sly, compelling others to be oblivious. Standing up to the iniquities, they determined the outer contours of their tactics. Healing and scarring it was. In the backdrop of the event, they were sketching out the design of laying hands on the trophy like Pink Panthers worked over the Paris gems. They really were a fortune’s fool. What was de rigueur before the tournament was made sure it never remained so during its course? Indian fans could find no sign of abating the torture that engulfed them during their batting as India made their way to Bombay in high dudgeon. It was a spate of attacks. The winter gale of Pakistan blustered against the sides of the Indian house. The Great White Shark of the Arabian Sea (the part of which happens to touch Pakistan’s shores) sank its canine teeth into the toned and velvety flesh of the Indian Cisco. The nipping inswingers of the eyass of Pakistan, Shaheen Shah Afridi (a young lad with vital statistics that could knock your eye out), skied through the Indian batting lineup like a knife through kinds of butter and the spectacle of KL Rahul’s (who like Rohit Sharma lost the line of thought) stumps being shattered by a searing inswinger from a younger than springtime Afridi was pretty as any picture to me. It was enough for sweeping everyone in the Dubai arena off their feet. Considering his heroics, it was never far from anyone’s thoughts. It didn’t even require a feint. He sufficed to erode India of its batting brawn and he colluded with others to sabotage the INS Vikramaditya in the Arabian Gulf. The trauma wrought upon Indian by Pakistan’s Victory against India served a spur for them and they continued to ravage dreams and hound others throughout the group stage. Pakistan infused turmoil and created ripples of unease in Indian straits and inflicted upon them the specter of vilest thoughts. The opening duo of Bobby and Rizzy Boy takes precedence over all others that have expressed their capabilities do they hold.
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| Babar and Rizwan |
Rohit Sharma and KL Rahul tried reaching near but I believe it would be safe to assume that their efforts were quite undermined by the harsh scenarios India was already put into. The duo of Chip n’ Dale (whose name will always be taken in one breath) never seemed to be fully concerned with the quarry. They were stroking as if they are doing practice at the NCA as they painted the picture of Pakistan’s victory in glowing colors. Both of them footed the bill. Everything was hotsy-totsy for them as they made their Indian counterparts go heebie-jeebies and after romping ahead, they apprise on everyone their true potential and their existence as dark horses. Babar Azam and Mohammad Rizwan anchored the system of Pakistan’s cruise toward victory. It was intuitively familiar to what Sachin Tendulkar and The Sultan of Multan used to do. It is a trenchant argument that it wasn’t merely a sleight of hand. It was pure magic; the one which Gandalf used to do. Indian bowling line-up couldn’t prove to be the last-ditch redress for the thundering avalanche of collapsing wickets. The sweet and melodious air of Dubai seemed to agree with me. And this defeat made India’s dream hit the big time to get lost in some masquerade.
The 220 million Pakistani fans seemed as happy as the day is long. They just couldn’t have asked for something better. Asif Ali against both Afghans and Kiwis; and cool-headed Malik against the unfortunate Scots (with no kilts and bagpipes in their attire) were red in tooth and claw. They unleashed the cannons of almost unimaginable brutality. The macho man from Faisalabad launched blistering attacks once he was on the field. It was as if he had cascaded into madness reign. He acted out aggression by those flagrant acts of belligerence as gave breathing space to Pakistan in both of the games. Kiwis making a grimace after getting thrashed by Pakistan in ICC events was nothing new. Babar Azam made sure he erected a cordon sanitaire against the bad apples. What could possibly be the vehicle for such thoughts and feelings that ushered him into a cosmos of unimagined realities? He possessed a stock of thoughts for this tournament. He carries the new gospel which stated that we are more than conquerors. and his actions match the broad corpus of the reflections upon him, His spirit and vision after the dropped catch as demonstrated by his letting off some steam eschewed the polemics surrounding Pakistan’s star performer with the ball of CT’17 would suffice to rank him in the elite company of Leonidas, Joshua, Saladin and Hannibal. And it holds true in the sense he came to grips with the halo of darkness that had always prevailed over Pakistan.
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| Hassan Ali |
Bobby was cloistered in the peripheral reflections of what the outside world really was. He has got his hands full. He pursues the even tenor of his way. He sings opera with supreme verve and flexibility The dogged determination, relentless vision, and sheer steadfastness proved to of great essence for Pakistan in resolving past wrongdoings. He has been vocal in his firm belief by committing himself to climb the highest mountain of glory. Bobby’s right moves warrant a great deal for Pakistan in the upcoming days.. Being chary of those moves doesn’t fit in the sheath of his nature. His blunt, understated way of talking about the proceedings of the XI gives him an air of probity He leaves no stone unturned floundering any escalation before it shows any symptoms of graduation, which can eventually prove to be adamantly and truculently hostile. He rode away at a canter during this course. He is indeed a figure of cosmic dimensions as he didn’t cling to the traditional premise of holding himself and his team back at the biggest arena against India. A sharp break with the past it was. Situations like this always stultified great minds of Pakistan cricket back then, but now the light at the end of the day is a harbinger of Bobby’s triumph. I like to think so that there was nothing that prevented him from composing himself during the harshest of times. The top-ranked guy in colors at the moment transcends the strife of cultivating optimism in heart and belief in the soul and he is laboring to finish what he has started; Making Pakistan a state-of-the-art cricketing nation. He doesn’t seem to be sweet about infirmities. Believe me, dude!!! He owns his own road and scrambling his way over the damp boulders is his way. The spectacle of him stroking the swinging deliveries of Indian pacers along the cover took everyone’s breath away. It was sheer poetry composed in wits and soul. Imagination for sure apprehends its essence. He seemed like clobbering the ball to the outfield like a Typhon. I have no faded idea what elixir he has been drinking. He has worked up the nerve for this. He ain’t in the habit of not scoring runs. Babar Azam has given a fevered impetus to that harrowing life of Pakistan. And it has translated to Pakistan’s being as a threat of catastrophic proportions. He has this placid disposition that allows him to sublimate his libido and primal urge. I don’t deem that he gets fumbled with anyone in the domain of managing the team affairs. He steeled himself for the daunting task which was evident during his strife to checkmate the opponents and made sure that all concerns were properly assuaged. He thinks of nothing less than perfection as it is an established fact that he detests shoddy things. And he, being such a svelte model, has reserved some of the deepest scorn for regal manners His interests navigate along the waters of stalwarts of the game like Tugga, AB, Big C, etc., and puts him in line with their principles. His moral rectitude walls him from the harshest currents of administrative chaos. He is never inclined towards anything other than pursuing his goals with vigor. Spinning the thread of victories and impeccable attitude was no less than something that requires ultimate valor.
But Bobby wants more than this. Traversing a rough and bumpy road???? No worries leave it to him. Reliving Pakistan caught in its internal woes, from the unending. Everything, yes, everything Pakistan has been, they owe it to Bobby. He was confident, he was poised, never humming and hawing. He doesn’t have a flair for prattling on about petty issues. No, he didn’t wabble here and there. The guy has high aims. Lord over the XI wasn’t his objective nor did he work as a head honcho. He led them like Big Brother. His opus is viewed and skewed through every conceivable lens of interpretation. Whatever it is, folks, it gives currency to the fact that he has fashioned a dazzling array for many others to come. There is nothing that could compound the risks at the moment. He is what he is. He will for sure grace the mantles of the coming lads by bequest. His being is ablaze with glamour. Pakistan proved that “a good anvil never fears the hammer”. They have floated over the landscape in the midst of time. The spacious Palatium of Men in Green was adorned with sparkling reliefs carved from gypsum or limestone painted in vivid colors and chandeliers holding lanterns indicating the countless memories that they gave us. Babar Azam and co. with Ramiz Raja could be the iconoclasts that Pakistan Cricket was yearning for from the days of yore. Time has gone when things used to go down, when Pakistan used to dicker over for their place and when Pakistan used to have a somewhat shambolic nature and when gaffes are far too numerous to count. The world will be a witness when Pakistan Paddles in a halcyon sea. There is merit in arguments that posit that Pakistan has undergone a transition in its machinations of playing cricket. Moreover, with Ramiz Raja now at the top echelons, Pakistan is bound to make quick strides in the ensuing days. Dangers are deprecated. Their future can’t be mortgaged. These heroics seemed to make my nature tumble. Every moment revealed to every one of us a sensation of wonder. It mounts an elegant argument in their case. All of this adds to the perception that they aren’t a bunch of random fiddle-footed gewgaws wandering here and there having hollow and inflated commitments. They have got some stark guts to break your nerves of steel. They have got shorn of that jinx of never getting the better of The Men in Blue at the biggest arena. Pakistan’s crusade has imposed a reckoning that they are of the caliber of teams like SENA having organized structure and proper dispensation. Strings of thunder presaged that this time would be different. There were echoed calls from Grendel heralding the rise of the cornered tigers from the Lazarus. As the old adage goes deck wonder never ceases and in modern parlance, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to deprive Pakistan of the infamous and platitudinous tag of “underdogs” for believing me dude, you really don’t want yourself getting to face the Green Shirts at any point. Nothing arouses their worth quite so much as the passion they hold for the game. Bobby and Co. possessed a consuming urge to sail into unchartered waters and to wander into unexplored frontiers. It has caused umbrage in the minds of analyzing guys who never had the hunch that it would be Pakistan scuttling the prospect of shattering the edifices of hopes of all others.. Thank you, Pakistan for making this World Cup one hell of an experience. They were swamped with applause and laurels for their top-notch cruise in this ocean so far. It is an established fact that this portentous development isn’t something that one can shut his eyes to.. They weeded out misery and chaos from their proceedings. And they made sure every element was put in place. Toeing the line was never their modus operandi. They never seemed to dither during the course of the tournament as they inveigled their way into the semis. And as they reeled in their mercurial nature. The raging tempest ran counter to how things stood before the commencement of the tournament. These clear skies augur well for them.
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| Mathew Wade |
Aussies winning against Pakistan in the semi-final of the WT20 dragged some poignant and pungent moments out of memory. Blood began to splurge out and screams pounded people with a different rhythm. Ahh!!! This damnable affliction…. Countless orisons being chanted couldn’t bear the agony of defeat. Pakistanis all around the globe couldn’t stand the sight of the top bowler of the tournament being smacked for three consecutive sixes to shatter Pakistan’s aspirations. But their sentiments of squeamishness dispersed in the air very rapidly. They just can’t let out a stream of invectives. It wouldn’t be safe to assume that for Pakistan, Hassan Ali has assumed the charge of “Perfidious Albion” and would he continue to live in infamy? He must be haloed with fatigue at the moment. A splenetic outburst of hum and hew ensued after the dropped catch which indeed cost them dearly. Whose shoulders bear the burden of culpability for this defeat? That catch impinged on those millions of hopes. And all those vagrant thoughts of defeat seemed to cut off the dream of holding the trophy with a severe look. Their defeat does not really allay concerns that have surrounded the cricketing fraternity afterward. The highs and lows of life tend to average out in the fullness of time. The Great American Dreamer brilliantly summed this up by saying “You can be as mad as a mad dog at the way things went. You could swear, curse the Fates. But when it comes to the end, you have to let go.” And so they do need to get by.
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