We won. We make the scientists realize that cricket is played neither by taking pride in logic nor by employing it rather by just playing cricket from pure heart. Nobody, I guess nobody had a slightest clue at the start of ICC T20 that we will make our way to the finals, in the presence of South Africa, India, England, Australia and New Zealand we had very little or no chance.
But the question remains How do we managed to get this far? Its just by believing in ourselves and by playing cricket the way we play. Playing cricket the Pakistani way, which includes poor fielding, cursing fellow players on the field, group hugs, batting collapse, sheer believe on random batting order, considering extras as a good luck charm and most importantly playing cricket as its supposed to be played with pure heart. We play cricket with ‘Tashan’ and ‘Bharam’ that have a distinctive flair attached to it. Pakistan had little cricket in last couple of years even less then that of Bangladesh, almost everyone was out of form
We consider our captain the most incompetent person during a match, we give him suggestions, ridicule him for a change in bowling order and praise him like a Greek hero if incase we win a match which is kind of unique in its own way. Given we lost a game, everyone takes an oath to never cheer for the team with a mouthful of desi slangs.
People call it pure luck that Pakistan secured a spot in the finals. But I think isn’t it the luck which we require most as a nation and as a nation we always believe on miracles. We never did anything we planned rather did everything which we didn’t planned for. We need luck just one more time and we will have a moment to cheer for next decade or so.
Bring this cup to Gaddafi Stadium, this is my Pakistani Dream…
