WAQAR YOUNIS TO GRAEME HICK, FOURTH TEST, HEADINGLEY 1992
The hunched colossus, shrunken at No.7, cramps over his bat in his rigor mortis stance. Waqar lets go, Hick tiptoes forward, only to drag his front foot back when he hears on the wind what’s heading his way. The bat, a cocktail stirrer in his hands, is nowhere; only desperation and a knack for self-preservation ensures the pinkies on his back foot survive the day. It’s Pakistan’s summer, of swing, hoop, and toe-crushing mischief; make that their decade.