a story to successfully attach itself to a sports team over a number of decades while players and personnel change, while the game itself changes, while the world changes, it has to be flexible as well as meaningful and distinct. In the case of cricket, no team has a more oft-invoked story than the Pakistan national side. In the three decades I’ve been pinning my emotional wellbeing to the fortunes of the Pakistan cricket team, they have always been a group of men about whom you say: “They can win this, but it’s quite likely they won’t,” and equally: “They can’t win this, but it’s possible they will.” The Unpredictables. The Mercurials. The Never-Count-Them-Outs. But although this story has been shaping itself since the 80s, it became cast in stone 25 years ago, when Imran Khan’s team started their World Cup campaign in the most startlingly dismal manner, relying on a win against cricket-minnows Zimbabwe and a rain-enforced draw with England to get them past the initial stages of the tournament, and then went on to win five matches in a row and lift the cup. The Recap: sign up for the best of the Guardian's sport coverage Read more That victory has been much invoked since Pakistan won the Champions Trophy at the Oval on Sunday, after starting the tournament being so crushed by India that they walked off the field looking more like pulp than men. But parallels only go so far. The 1992 Pakistan team was expected to perform well; the real surprise was that they stumbled so badly before picking themselves up and showing their well-recognised worth, and then some. The Pakistan team of 2017 couldn’t have looked more dissimilar. They entered the tournament ranked eighth out of eight; the captain was newly appointed; most of the players young and unknown. And then there were the players who weren’t
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http://www.authenticducksstore.com/mike-santorelli-jersey_c-432.html Trophy, India’s sports minister announced that while India and Pakistan might meet in international tournaments, there was no question of any bilateral series between the two sides because “cricket and terrorism can’t go hand in hand”, reiterating an already-held official position. This sort of rhetoric poisons the air, and the long gaps between games mean that each encounter between the two sides carries far more weight than it should. Lately, though, India has been so dominant over Pakistan in international tournaments – particularly in the most important matches – that the story of Mercurial Pakistan has rarely been evident. Predictably, Losing Pakistan has been closer to the truth of it. Hence, the prayers for rain before that first game at Edgbaston. And yet, no one was praying for rain before the final at the Oval. Something happened to the Pakistan cricket team after that initial loss against India. The new players drafted into the side to replace the banned, the unfit and the injured burst into glory; the Fallen Angel that is Amir rose and helped pull his team up to victory – as a bowler and a batsmen; and the new captain grew into his role with every match. The victory against South Africa might have been helped along by the weather (rain shortened the game, and made it unnecessary for Pakistan’s fragile-looking batting side to last 50 overs in the field); the victory against Sri Lanka was certainly helped along by the opposition’s inexplicable awfulness on the day; but the victory against the tournament favourites, England, was about Pakistan outplaying their opponents in every aspect of the game. Just like that, an India-Pakistan final was on the cards, and so was something else that had
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