The team that was losing is very likeable, they have a breath taking opening batsmen, a hard working all rounder as captain and a bunch of kids who all have some talent but didn’t look ready.

Then there was the coach, that embittered bald angry violent scowling hard man who had given three years of his life and probably a easier job somewhere else because he wants to make this a tough side to beat. He becomes the face of the team because he can’t hide his emotions and tells it like it is in interviews.

When the other hangers on cheered his opener’s many runs from front and square on the balcony, the coach was usually nowhere to be seen or way in the background gently clapping while the others celebrated like they had won the Ashes, World Cup, World T20 Asia Cup in one go. He expects these guys to make big scores, and doesn’t get carried away.

On Thursday this team started their third series against England this year, it has been 247 days since they have one an international match, they’ve never beaten England and yet again their opposition treat them like a joke by resting their ket batsmen and bowler.

It should have just been a continuation of defeat.

But there were changes made, the captain was given a break so another all rounder could come in and captain his side while making about his 17th comeback from injury.

He didn’t captain like they couldn’t lose this game, he captained like they had a real chance.

Their batting was plucky and safe, their main man hadn’t fired but they had 236.

A team that has performed this bad in the recent past shouldn’t be able to defend 236, but they kept hanging in, taking wickets, playing as a team, they even had time to give a mate an over for fun.

They had an ally in the opposition. A grizzled batsman who seemed to be batting for his career and not quite thinking.  The opposition also lost a man to injury during the game and their big middle order weapon never fired.

That didn’t mean this team of underdogs had it easy, it still went to the wire.

With 8 balls to go they looked like their team performance was in vain, but they kept at it, and they even had a moment of premature-celebration when they took the 9th wicket assuming the injured batsman would not come in.

He did, and that must have put them young team off.  Two balls later the opposition only needed 6 runs off 4 balls, and it looked all over.

That was the moment when the big bad old boy of world cricket steals the game and leaves the fans with nothing but embarrassment at ever having hope.

Instead a slower ball was bowled, the only opposition batsman that really scored was caught behind and this nation finally beat their one bogey side.

It was just a one dayer in just another meaningless series, but when they won it was everything.

The players celebrated like they had never won before, the coach transformed from the most miserable man in cricket to its happiest, the support staff were so happy they were almost hurting each other with bear hugs.

This isn’t going to change this team.

The next game against England isn’t going to be magically easier, this young side isn’t about to take world cricket by storm, but when you haven’t won in 247 days, a win is a massive event.

Maybe this will give them confidence, maybe it will be a blip.

But when this side wins a match cricket fan’s smile, and that is a good thing.

Well done, boys.  And I think I speak for almost everyone who loves cricket when I say that.

My neck is still very fucken sore, but now it is sore from screaming like a dickhead when you took that wicket.

Now, how about one more win?

It may not have cheerleaders and Lionel Ritchie, but it does have Shakib Al Hasan.

I’ve been a fan of his for a while now, but in this match he has performed some amazing feats.

Winning the toss and bowling even though you have four spinners in your team.

Bowling himself for the most overs even though his best ball for two days was naked junk.

Spreading his field regardless of the situation of the game.

Fielding like it was his first experience with a cricket ball, including dropping a catch.

Then batting for stumps with aplomb until closing his eyes and skipping down the wicket to give up his wicket only for his team to use a nightfuckingwatchman for a number 7.

If you told me he finished the day by sleeping with another player’s wife or burnt down a nandos on the way home I’d believe you.

Moyo captained an awful game in Sydney, but compared to Shakib in this game Moyo is the Robocop of captains.

If I was Jamie Siddons I would rip the limbs off Imrul Kayes and beat Shakib with them.

Which is a win/win situation.

Roach was docked 10 per cent of his match fee after he was charged for bowling shit. Bangladesh captain Shakib Al Hasan made the complaint in Tuesday’s second one-dayer in Dominica, which the visitors won by three wickets. Al Hasan said, “our boys have been fined over the years for bowling shit, but Kemar’s spell was just horrendous, a pile of unwatchable unplayable filth, and it simply had to be brought to the officials attention”.

He was barred from bowling by the umpire after he bowled a second over of shit and was then summoned for a hearing before the ICC match referee Roshan Mahanama after the game.

West Indies captain Floyd Reifer was handed an official reprimand for failing to ensure his team was any good, the ICC said on Wednesday.

The hosts were also penalised for shit batting.

Skipper Reifer was fined 10 per cent of his match fee and his team mates five per cent of their fees for not looking like international cricketers.

Rawl Lewis is under special investigation. Roshan Mahanama said he could not believe that he was allowed onto the field in any role other than as groundsman. “He is simply not an international cricketer’s asshole, and the ICC have asked me for a full report into the incident”.

Bangladesh recorded their first one-day series success over a current test-playing nation after securing a 2-0 lead with one match remaining.

They also won the preceding Test series, after West Indies chose to field a side with shit players in it.

They are playing like they haven’t ever been there, or heard about it, or seen a catalogue.

Shakib Al Hasan, who was accidentally ignored yesterday, is taking New Zealand apart like a child playing with lego.

His 7/36 in the first innings was nasty, hot, and juicy, and it gave Bangladesh the chance to win the game.

Then when his brethren failed with the bat, he said “No”.

And all of New Zealand heard him.

His 71, is the highest score and then some in a total of 8/180.

Not even Aaron Redmund could get him out.

He was the 7th wicket to faul with the score on 175.

Apparently he likes the number 7.

When we spoke to him after stumps he had this to say,

“I garner my strength from the number 7, it sustains me, it makes me whole, I must bow to its whims, when I wake up, at 7, I feel like a wild animal intent on destruction, and the ladies, the ladies, they can smell the 7 on me, it sucks them in, they want the essence of 7, they want to smell it, touch it, rub it all over their elbows.”

So in the last innings, when he casually bowls Bangladesh to Victory, he may pick up figures of 7/7.

That would be romantic.

Daniel Vettori, brainy crumpet, is going for a ten wicket haul, and already has a half century in this match.

If only he had one other team mate.

They will be chasing 250-270, and on current form, on a spinning pitch, with the number 7 in the air, and being that they seem to have no idea what they are doing, you would give them no hope.

But, with Taylor and McCullum in the side, anything under three hundred could get a real fright.

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But Bangladesh has the ten players for such a job.

Shakib Al Hasan got to 108.

The rest of the team added 102.

That is a special effort, and deserves some applause.

Not real applause, but the sounds of two fish being banged together.

Pakistan went on to win the match and now lead the series 4 zip.

Also, and this has nothing to do with the game really, but Jamie Siddons is obviously coach of Bangladesh, but their opening batsmen has a very similar name Junaid Siddique, it’s like the Bangladeshi version of Jamie Siddons name.

Isn’t that nice.