7 June 1999
Pakistan's pace tempered by ill-discipline
Mark Nicholas
In his television interview after Saturday's marvellously emotive
match at Trent Bridge, an utterly gracious Wasim Akram said that the
better team on the day had won. Well, I don't know about that Wasim,
I really don't. I'd have said that the most sane team won and
acknowledged shotaway fans who must lurch to hell and back every time
this lot are on the park.
Pakistan have a terrific team but boy, don't they put the nervous
system through the shredder.
The exhilarating and at the same time exhausting 3.5 hours which they
spent in the field on Saturday afternoon demonstrated all that is so
compelling about the way Pakistan play the game. Passages of
exaggerated brilliance were interspersed first with misplaced
arrogance and then a succession of howlers which cost them the match.
Even Wasim, such an inspiration, lost concentration and by the end
had probably lost most of his marbles. He was in the sick bay on
Friday, weak with flu. By Saturday night he must have wished he had
stayed there.
Midway through South Africa's run chase, at the moment Jonty Rhodes
was fifth out, lbw for the second consecutive match, there was only
one winner. A quite thrilling display of fast bowling had ripped open
the batting and given the other five contenders for the crown a
chilling reminder of Pakistan's potency.
Say what you like about the attraction of cricket in general, but
nothing quite boils the blood like a truly fast bowler in full
flight. Conclusively Shoaib Akhtar is one of these and the way he
screamed in at the South Africans, hurling mind and body at them as
if each exertion might have been his last, was the stuff of
comic-book heroes, the stuff which children aspire to and imitate.
It is no coincidence that since Imran Khan stepped into Pakistan's
fast-bowling void with his own brand of swinging speed, others - most
noticeably Wasim and Waqar Younis - have followed. The pitches at
home may not encourage the art but the heroes do. As Shoaib cranked
it up to something near full tilt, so the speed gun moved from 89 to
95mph and the predominantly Pakistani crowd whipped themselves into a
near-demented frenzy.
This was what the World Cup had waited for, something out of the
ordinary, something to get the people on their feet.
Fast bowling is hard. It takes strength because of the physical
demand and courage, for there is much pain.
Most of all it takes skill to pitch the ball accurately from such a
random, frantic base. First the long sprint, then the complicated
body action and then the extension in the follow-through. Fast
bowling is not a job for the faint-hearted.
Less than a month ago Mushtaq Mohammad became Pakistan's temporary
coach. During his first practice in charge, he watched Shoaib and
suggested that he ran too far and that anyway his approach was too
fast, that he should accelerate gradually and reach top pace nearer
the crease.
Shoaib's reply was a cracker. It went something like this: "Coach,
I'm 21 years old. In two years' time I'll be injured and will have to
cut my run and perhaps rethink my action. For now, I'll charge in and
bowl as fast as I can, if that's alright with you . . ."
Right, said Mushtaq, fair enough.
This is the way Imran encouraged the young Wasim to bowl and it is
the philosophy with which Pakistan play their cricket.
It is admirable and intoxicating and should not be stifled. But to
win World Cups it needs discipline, too, and Pakistan lost their
shape on Saturday afternoon because their bowlers, after the initial
splendour, relaxed and consequently lost their discipline.
South Africa's opponents must remember that ripping them open is one
thing, getting a hold of their heart is quite another. While Jacques
Kallis and Shaun Pollock sewed up the wound by cleverly milking the
previously unfathomable Saqlain Mushtaq, Pakistan cruised.
Wasim was confused by the process, which gathered momentum while
Saqlain was left bowling for too long. The pattern of the match
changed and Pakistan's moment had gone. South Africa took their
chance to regroup and the base was then laid for Lance Klusener's
astonishing assault.
Source :: The Electronic Telegraph