Rubbed beyond recognition

By Ahmad Kamal, Abu Dhabi, UAE
14 November 2003, 18:00 PM
I am no cynic. In fact, I have always been a big cricket fan all my life. Although I played a little of it, my interest for the game knows no bounds. I remember that in the early 60s, in my whole area, there were only two radios (in the heart of Dhaka city). I used to stand outside one such house whose owner was gracious enough to keep his window open to let us listen to the commentary. I stayed glued for hours forgetting everything else.

Anyway, my joys knew no bounds when Bangladesh started representing itself in world cricket, although it has never been a pleasant experience. The granting of test status was always debatable and done under dubious circumstances. But I for one always felt proud and thought that, at least in one game, Bangladeshis would be rubbing their shoulders with the top nations. Alas! What a rubbing it has been? Indeed we have been rubbed beyond recognition.

Now, with a heavy heart, I renounce all my allegiance to Bangladesh cricket and let us face it that we are not capable of doing any better. Hence, the only logical thing to do is to bury it. I urge upon the authorities to stop all international cricket matches and save millions of dollars of this poor nation where some people are virtually starving.

We just can't afford any more of this cruel joke rubbing the nation. We have had humiliation aplenty. Let's call a spade a spade and close this chapter; send the coach home and continue with whatever domestic cricket we can play. At least no Andrew Miller is going to make constant fun of us.