Shoaib Akhtar was absolutely pissed off during Dhoni and Ganguly’s partnership. His pace had dropped to around 123 kmph, and he was clearly looking for someone to take his frustration out on. 😂
He bowled one delivery to Yasir Shah, who failed to dive for it. Shoaib completely lost it and shouted:
*“Bhen#od, ek dive nahi lag rahi! G#ndu se ga#d dikhaye ja raha! Ga#du kahin ka!” 😂😂
Ramiz Raja absolutely burst out laughing, while even Dhoni at the non-striker’s end couldn’t stop himself from laughing. 😂😂
From having no one to talk to in his tough time to winning the PSL and being carried by his teammates on their shoulders...
Life comes full circle to Babar Azam, may he always be loved like this 💛
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Babar Azam’s first ever T20 title as captain. In a season where he also scored record 588 runs and hit two centuries. It is fitting that it happened in Lahore where he grew up playing cricket and made his journey from ball boy to champion.
Never a man for the brute force of power hitting, not one to ignite a cult of muscle and swagger, they handed him a prescription for something he was never meant to be, flattened bats, brutal swings, and reckless shots.
They forced him into roles he never fit, threw him into the wrong numbers in T20s like a square peg in a round hole.
They condemned him, banished him from their dreams, and dropped him as though he were some faded memory.
His supporters, those few who still believed, watched helplessly as he spiraled, stuck in a cycle that had no end, not even a glimmer of salvation. The abyss was deep, and we were all falling into it.
And then, the PSL.
Whoever hummed in his ear to strip it all back, to return to the elegant craft that first made him great, may their name be sung in the halls of cricketing redemption.
For what Babar Azam has achieved since, that is Babar Azam for you. Not the noise of the power hitter they once tried to make him, but the elegance, the poise, the precision, pure cricket. A delectable display that left us all breathless.
Whether he returns to T20 Internationals or doesn’t, what does it matter? The very question feels hollow now, like a forgotten echo.
For us, those who once believed, then lost belief, then cursed him as he tumbled into the abyss, the answer lies not in his place on a team sheet but in the simple, beautiful defiance of what he’s done.
We had become disillusioned, eyes dimmed by disappointment, hearts heavy with resignation. Even we, the last of his faithful, hissed in dark corners that perhaps it was time to abandon the stage of the glitzy, fleeting game, let him walk away from the circus that never quite suited him.
And yet, here he stands, smashing eggs on our faces with every stroke, every effortless flick and punch of the bat.
He, the man we almost gave up on, now makes a mockery of our doubts. What was once despair is now a delicious irony. For those of us who lost hope, his resurgence is a rebuke, a reminder that cricket doesn’t always follow the script we write for it.
May his form continue to shine. The Test century in Bangladesh is surely waiting, and we’ll all be there, eager to witness the next phase.
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THE SPRINT THAT TOOK BABAR TO THE MILESTONE MOMENT 😳
A spectacular aerial view of the last ball of Peshawar Zalmi's innings ✨
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