Next in the Pak entourage

The old India beaters are all there: Aqib Javed, Ijaz Ahmed, excellent prop the latter makes. As disgruntled as ever, to keep him that way, he is not allowed a chair. He stands, angrily, channelizing his negative energy on to India. And Aqib Javed, fresh from spitting at his mates in that hearing, is hawk eye, stumpcam all rolled into one; he stands too. Waqar Younis clean-shaven and all, looks more the bowler that yorked India. He sits, somewhat confused.

Why stop at them, bring on Zaheer Abbas and Javed Miandad while you're at it. Ramiz Raja anyone? Wouldn't that be nice.

By the way

It’s taken me the best of two days to pin down who Rohit Sharma reminds me of: Ijaz Ahmed, the neighbourhood butcher. Ijaz was bad news for India, and Rohit, until the twin hundreds struck his fancy was no different. But more than those lame comparisons, I think it’s the languid, heavy way of the players. And then of course, those eyebrows, and though I’ve not looked into either Ijaz’s or Rohit’s eyes, there is something there.

But what is it they say, that lazy elegance, in the case of Ijaz it was lazy-antithesis of elegance, and with Rohit I still can’t say.

On Bored: Nohit Sharma