The last time I heard this phrase was a couple of decades back when the erstwhile West Indian fearsome foursome of Roberts, Holding, Garner and Marshal were bowling with the new ball to any team in the world.
I heard this phrase again this week in a different context. It was real terror armed with grenades, AK 47’s and even rocket launchers encountering cricketers who were like ‘sitting ducks’ in a bus in the heart of Lahore. I’m not sure if Murali would have collected one of those grenades and bowled it back as a doosra to one of the terrorists. But jokes apart what happened was possibly the first attack on sportsmen after the Munich Olympics.
The only gainers were the media because the two biggest TRP earners, terror and cricket had finally merged and they did not have to look for separate time slots for the two. It was kind of a double whammy for the media.
I’m happy for the Sri Lankan team and sad for the six policemen who lost their lives protecting the cricketers.
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