Australia is showing again what a surprisingly good one-day outfit they are.
Ryan Harris has barged his way into world cricket, but to be fair, he looks like he would barge his way into a swimming pool. Clint McKay either gets wickets or goes for no runs, not the worst habit to get into. Cam White is obviously pretending he is captaining the side. And Nathan Hauritz is giving up bowling for batting.
The series was dead at game two, and today’s game meant nothing at all. Pakistan played like it.
Their collapse was not unique and not unexpected.
Lose early wickets, pseudo consolidate for a while and then collapse for good.
It was not interesting or fun.
Then Shahid came in.
His first two balls brought about two wild slogs. Nothing pretty, but both went for four through fortune.
Then he tried to end Little Nathan’s gene pool.
After that was an attack on Clint McKay that eventually had him caught wildly slogging across the line.
He only lasted 10 balls, he scored 29 runs.
It wasn’t a great innings; it wasn’t even a good innings.
It was an innings that could only be compared to a black man taking LSD, pouring bourbon on his head, singing fuck the police and running naked through a Klu Klux Klan meeting that was mid way through lynching a bunch of his friends.
It was, for all 3 overs of it, something to grab your attention in a very dull game.
Like I have said before, Afridi either gives his fans a lift or his haters something to bag him about.
Today he did both.
I love him, I really do. I never had a truly mental relative, and Shahid is the crazy uncle I always wanted.
Imagine him in the corner at a family party, setting alight the napkins while denouncing his brother, the local butcher, as a CIA operative.





