Sunday, November 16, 2003 |
Searing indictment of the mess that is Pak cricket Cutting Edge: My Autobiography To lose a five-match one-day cricket series 2-3, after taking a convincing 2-0 lead is some achievement! Pakistan had this not-so-enviable achievement to its credit in the recently concluded Pepsi Cup home series against South Africa. ‘O, no, not again!’ wailed the Pak cricket fans, and leading the chorus was the team coach, Javed Miandad. There is a lot of wailing in Cutting Edge: The autobiography of Javed Miandad. And a lot of bitter medicine too, a fact perhaps attributable to the co-author, Saad Shafqat, being a physician. Miandad, the best batsman ever produced by Pakistan, held his team’s fragile batting together for nearly 18 years with an average of 52.57 in the Tests and a highly respectable 41.70 in the One-Dayers. The book reveals glittering moments of that illustrious career. A century on debut against New Zealand, breathtaking run chase to beat India in the 1978 Karachi Test, captaincy at age 22, the unforgettable last-ball sixer off Chetan Sharma in the final of the Sharjah Australasia Cup in 1986 against India, tons of runs for the English county Glamorgan, big double centuries, series wins over England and India, as well as near misses against the West Indies, and to crown it all, the triumph at the 1992 Melbourne World Cup. But one does not read Cutting Edge for these well-known details, however absorbing they might be. The book is a searing indictment of the way cricket is run in Pakistan. Those who talk of politics in Indian cricket, will understand how fortunate Indians are, once they read the book. Miandad, along with Pakistan cricket, is a major victim of the poisonous cricket atmosphere across the border. |