Pakistan's heroes would be shamed!
Pakistan's heroes would be shamed
By Peter Roebuck
December 18, 2004
Pakistan is supposed to be a proud cricketing nation. Ever since its creation as a sovereign state, it has held its own around the world. Indeed, it has known days of glory and produced many players whose efforts have been admired wherever the game is played. Fast bowlers have emerged from the hills of the Punjab, batsmen have come from the famous schools of Lahore, warriors have been found in the fiery city of Karachi, all-rounders have appeared in forsaken villages. A team chosen from Pakistan's cricketing history could compete with any side from anywhere.
Courage has been detected in its greatest players. Decades ago, a shrimp of a lad called Hanif Mohammad defied the West Indians for days till the match was saved. On a famous night in Melbourne, Imran Khan coaxed and goaded his side to a World Cup victory. Javed Miandad scored hundreds of runs and irritated opponents in about equal measure. Wasim Akram and Waqar Younis formed their region's most potent new-ball pairing since the days of Amar Singh and Mohammad Nasir. Superb spinners have been found, and staunch batsmen. Pakistani has been the strongest of the subcontinental countries.
AdvertisementNaturally, there have been defeats. Now and then, the team has lost its way as self-interest took men away from the path of service. At times, the reputation of the team has been imperilled. But the bad days were swiftly forgotten. Pakistan has been blessed with exceptional ability and always seemed able to fight back from every discouragement.
Not even Pakistan's most inglorious days, though, prepared spectators for the sights seen at the WACA Ground in Perth yesterday. Pakistan's performance was as spineless as it was embarrassing. Any relationship between its batting and Test match cricket was coincidental. Wickets were thrown away like confetti at a wedding as batsmen bereft of concentration and without application played shots - one can scarcely call them strokes - calculated to shame a schoolboy playing with his mates.
It was not even a fight. Playing for your country is supposed to bring out the best in a man.If Bob Woolmer did not feel like sending his players home after this abject display, then he counts among the most tolerant of men. If Inzamam-Ul-Haq did not read the riot act to his troops at stumps, then he is a weak leader. Not that his own display had much to commend it.
If Pakistan's opening bowlers were not discouraged by their batting colleagues, then they deserve to join the saints in their sanctuary. When their chance came, they fought with every power at their disposal.
Seldom in the annals of the game has a respected team offered as little resistance as did these visitors from Pakistan. A club team turning out on a Saturday afternoon would expect better of itself. A school side could not have fared much worse.
It was not entirely unexpected that inexperienced opening batsmen might be unable to withstand a potent attack armed with a new ball. Still, their dismissals were pretty feeble. No excuse can be found for productive middle-order batsmen prepared to swing their bats like medieval antagonists. Previously unsuccessful on this pitch, Shane Warne was presented with three wickets as Christmas gifts. As far as could be told from a distance, the leg spinner did not perform any particular miracles. None of his deliveries changed direction in midstream. None did a somersault. Tricks were not needed to remove these lacklustre opponents. No point wasting a bullet on a man intent upon suicide.
Warne must have laughed his way to the tally room. One opponent swiped across the line and was caught at deep mid-on. Another supposed batsman slogged and was clean bowled. Not long afterwards, a third member of the order, a left-hander who prefers bowling, lashed out recklessly. This was not resistance. This was surrender.
Meanwhile, Michael Kasprowicz was also enjoying himself. Well as the redoutable banana-bender bowled on a mild surface, he cannot have expected to encounter such timid batting.
At first, the crowd was pleased to see Pakistan falling apart. After a time, it fell silent. This was not Test match cricket. This was not a proud nation searching for the strength needed to subdue a powerful opponent. It was not even a fight. Playing for your country is supposed to bring out the best in a man.
Judging by their performance in the last session of the day, Shoaib Akhtar and Mohammad Sami were unimpressed with their colleagues. They put a price on their wickets and proved as hard to remove as a child's tooth. Their message was clear. Ashamed of the team's pathetic performance, the pace bowling pair set out to show that some of the tourists, anyhow, had the spirit needed to stand firm in the face of the antipodean onslaught.