Sometimes when Pakistan Loses…
I guess if you’re a masochist of the highest order or a Sri Lankan, only then will you watch the cricket series between Pakistan and my now favourite team, Sri Lanka.My mum is now of the opinion that no respectable mother will be willing to get me married to her son since I’ve learned to cuss like a sailor whilst watching cricket. Yes, I’m an ardent cricket devotee and sometimes when Pakistan loses, I tend to act like a bellicose drunk.
WHY?
Only tonight Monday, I nearly bashed my head against the newly painted wall of my room. Out of sheer frustration, that is. Not because I succeeded in extricating myself out of the mental hospitals’ clutches. No! No! I foist the blame on our illustrious cricket team.
Mohammad Sami’s extraordinary bowling left me awestruck today. Or rather dumbfounded. Actually more like astounded. Or rather baffled since I couldn’t make up my mind, that is, whether to pull my hair out or his, which seemed pretty unlikely at that moment. More than 70 runs in one match? Amazing figures for a bowler who played amazingly well in the Bangladesh Premier League.
I cannot resist myself from rehashing the past.Yes, I’m talking about the first one day match. How can I forget Umar Gul’s last over ? I was devoid of the ability to string a coherent sentence. All I could do was stutter like a 2 year old. He left me speechless and that is a pretty colossal feat to achieve. Shoaib Mirza, our very own hen pecked husband, was too immersed in his wool gatherings. His blasé attitude towards the game could be seen by a mere doddering idiot too. I can’t imagine that PCB was willing to make him the captain!
Our fielding proved to be the icing on the cake in the whole series . I was unable to fathom whether it was our own players or a bunch of amateurs on the field. My guess is amateurs since there was a lot less chasing of the ball than it was expected of them. It’s surprising how the board is spending an exorbitant amount of funds on well famed coaches and nothing is coming out of it.
At the end of the day, all I can do is pray and let them exasperate the hell out of me. I hope (hope being the operative word here) that we always win, which is next to impossible, but what’s the harm in being overly ambitious?
The End!
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I can sense sheer annoyance. Undoubtedly how the whole nation feels at times. But that is how this game goes for us. Inconsistency and unpredictability. And haven’t we come down to love that?
I really don’t appreciate the fact that our team is as unpredictable as they come.That leads to heart attacks
Seriously!