I’ve been waiting since 2008 for my Imran Tahir love to be shared with the world.
The world has gone through a brutal legspin drought. There’s Cremer, Smith, Rashid, Chawla, Mishra and Danish who all front up at times, but none of them are really taking the world by storm, or even by much more than drizzle.
As a man who fetishes legspin like nothing else, it’s been a lean era.
If it were not for the warm, fuzzy and then utterly violent Bryce McGain story and Imran Tahir I’d have left this world a few years back.
When I asked for world sides or who my favourite spinner was Tahir was who I picked.
It was more than the alice band, highlights, brilliant celebrating and journeyman status, Tahir can bowl.
And it isn’t some pseudo legspin straight breaks that you can only go out to through trying to hit them repeatedly out the ground, it’s proper out the back of the hand lepsin dark arts.
There’s wrong’uns, half trackers, flippers, full tosses and that awesome Pakistani legspin energy through the crease that makes them look like Cocained Disney characters.
What’s not to like?
That his first game for a world wide audience ended in four wickets doesn’t justify my love for him, I probably would have felt the same if he couldn’t land the ball and was only given three ropey overs
The man is a proper legspinner, and whether he lives or dies in this world cup, I’m just glad to see one around.
To me he feels like cricket.
Although, like most, I did gag when he kissed his badge, which is now the ultimate sporting auto-fellatio.
Tahir should stick to wrist action, it’s what he’s best at.