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545 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 15, 2014
Fazal Mahmood was one of the big starry names at the club though he eventually moved to Universal, and Nazar Mohammad- Pakistan’ s first Test centurion and father of an equally stodgy opener Mudassar- was another. Nazar senior, it is widely claimed, was involved in a suitably glamorous fling with Nur Jehan, Pakistan’s most acclaimed female voice- with a famously wandering eye- and a successful actress. Nazar wasn’t a bad singer himself, and was quite the dasher; the affair, it is said, began when he met Nur Jehan while visiting a film set to meet his elder brother Feroz Nizami, renowned music director. It ended badly. Shaukat Hussain Rizvi, Nur Jehan’s husband, and renowned film director had her followed one afternoon to where she suspected she was meeting Nazar. When Shaukat turned up, the two were in bed. In haste, Nazar jumped out of the balcony and fractured his arm on landing, ending not only their romance but also a promising career in cricket.Osman is a brilliant wordsmith. Take this one for example from the chapter The Soliarty Master.
There is still an obvious air of such blank equanimity around Hanif that it all kind of makes sense- the big score, the concentration, the long hours- Hanif like a buoy in rough seas, bobbing around, essentially unmoved, watching noiselessly, water and air in stern congregation.
Even compared to the pressure of playing against India, this was more, you know. These were really intense matches. Maa, ki behen ki gaali dete they. These were mostly from spectators, mind you.As he speaks to former players he gets the answer that the basic reason for this was not cricketing supremacy or religion but class. Government college represented elite liberals while Islamia college conservative Muslims from lower echelons of society. But combinedly these two institutes produced eight of the playing XI fielded by Pakistan in their first Test. One chapter is entirely devoted to the art of commentary and pioneer commentators. The first golden rule about commentary agreed by Omar Kureishi and Jamshed is something like this Just imagine, you are sitting next to a very old friend who is blind and loves cricket. Forget about the audience, forget about the mic or radio, just imagine sitting next to him. Take him to the match. Cricket, history, culture, statistics Osman somehow manages to combine all of this, for the completeness of the work only this is worth reading, then there is sheer quality as well.