Arre yaar, that Rawalpindi pitch against Bangladesh last month—reminded me of the time I was trying to tune an old Murphy radio in the rain. Signal coming in clear one minute, gone the next, and you’re left with nothing but static and a half-brewed chai. Bas, that’s Pakistan batting for you: glorious one over, crowd goes "wah!", next over you’re shouting at the transistor like it owes you rent.
#fast-bowling
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