Shahid Afridi is freaky sexy god.
We all know this.
He plays the same way in all forms of cricket, like an acid freak in a children’s playground.
This is glorious in test cricket; he throws cucumber sandwiches at red cheeked old wankers and then sleeps with their daughters.
In one day cricket he brings a wig and make up and clowns his way around as the game chugs on mechanically behind him.
But in 2020, the game is that made for everyone to be like Afridi, he doesn’t stand out like he should.
There are heaps of crazy sloggers, and every team has part time spinners.
This seemed to bug him.
So instead of being Afridi like, he decided to grow up, and play proper innings, and start bowling like a real leggie.
That is shocking.
I don’t want Afridi to be grown up.
He should be inconsistent, he should tear at the panties of random women, he is not made to be the go to guy.
He is the party player, but 2020 cricket has destroyed this.
Afridi was the player of the tournament (forget what the statistical minded numb skulls decided) and that is not right.
This game that was meant to showcase reckless slogging.
Instead it turned our magnificent marauding motherfucker into a dependable big occasion player.
Seems a shame.
But then you see Afridi smile, flick his hair, and motion to the crowd, moving his head around like a very excitable puppy.
You don’t care what form of cricket this is, or what sort of cricket he has played to get this adulation, you are just happy to watch him be lauded.
Well done, sir.