As Salim Malik strode to the crease that evening, furiously flexing his arms, he wasn’t merely walking in to bat—he was embarking on a mission teetering on the impossible. Pakistan needed 78 runs from just eight overs, with half their wickets already surrendered. The Indian bowlers had tightened their grip, the fielders prowled with the confidence of impending victory, and the 80,000-strong Eden Gardens crowd roared in anticipation of a home triumph.
At the other end stood Imran Khan, a general on a battlefield where his gambits had misfired. He had sent in Abdul Qadir at number 4, a move that backfired spectacularly. Manzoor Elahi’s promotion met the same fate, undone by Ravi Shastri’s relentless accuracy. Earlier, Younis Ahmed, returning from a 17-year cricketing exile, had stitched together a 106-run opening stand with Rameez Raja, giving Pakistan a foundation that quickly crumbled under India's spin stranglehold. When Javed Miandad fell leg-before to Maninder Singh, Imran’s tactical experiments seemed to unravel one by one.
By the time the Pakistan captain himself was cleaned up by his Indian counterpart Kapil Dev, the visitors teetered at 174 for 6. The required run rate had surged past 10. The task seemed not just improbable but insurmountable.
But Malik was too young to entertain such notions of impossibility.
A Hurricane Unleashed
His intentions became clear with his very first authoritative stroke—a precisely placed sweep off Maninder Singh to the square-leg boundary. When the spinner lured him forward, enticing him into a false drive, wicketkeeper Chandrakant Pandit’s fumble spared Malik, a moment that would haunt India dearly.
And then, with the fall of Imran, the transformation was complete. Eden Gardens, a cauldron of noise, was abruptly muted as Malik ignited a ferocious counterattack.
Shastri had bowled out his quota, finishing with an impressive 4 for 38, but his absence at the death proved costly. Maninder Singh’s 35th over became a spectacle of calculated mayhem. Malik slogged the first ball over deep square-leg, punishing a miscalculation in field placement. A deft flick to fine leg followed. Then, almost contemptuously, he lifted two more boundaries over the covers, exposing unmanned spaces with surgical precision. Nineteen runs bled from the over.
Kapil Dev, sensing the storm, adjusted his field and consulted Shastri. But Malik was now seeing the game in slow motion, operating in a different dimension. A short delivery was mercilessly pulled, a leg-stump ball delicately glanced to fine leg. Even as Kapil shored up his off-side field, Malik stepped away and rifled boundaries through the gaps. Thirty-five runs came off ten balls—a spellbinding spell of batting that turned a lost cause into an impending heist.
Madan Lal’s over only fanned the flames. A full toss disappeared to the boundary, bringing up Malik’s fifty off just 23 balls. Wasim Akram, the non-striker and a silent witness to the carnage, could do little but applaud. Another flick to deep square-leg added to the agony. By the end of the 37th over, Pakistan needed just 17 from 18 balls. The equation, once impossibly daunting, had been dismantled stroke by stroke.
Closing the Chase in Style
Even as wickets fell—Wasim finding Mohammad Azharuddin at mid-on, Saleem Yousuf run out in the frantic chase—Malik remained unfazed. Seven runs were still required, but the batting order gamble that had placed all-rounders and tailenders ahead of him had one final silver lining: Mudassar Nazar, now walking in at No. 10, brought experience and composure to see the chase through.
A desperate last gamble saw Lalchand Rajput, a part-time off-spinner, handed the ball in the penultimate over. The hope? That Malik, in a bid to finish in style, might miscue an aggressive stroke. But by now, he had settled into an eerie calm. Instead of a reckless flourish, he milked singles and twos, ensuring the equation was comfortably within reach.
Four runs remained off the final over. Kapil steamed in, but it was a foregone conclusion. Two singles, and then the final flourish—an exquisite cover drive that threaded the field and raced to the boundary.
Saleem Malik had single-handedly plundered 81 runs in an unbroken assault, his own contribution a staggering 72 off 36 balls, adorned with 11 boundaries and a towering six. It was one of the most dazzling innings in One Day International history, a masterclass of controlled aggression and audacious stroke-making.
The Legacy of a Knock for the Ages
For Pakistan, the victory was more than just another win—it was a statement. Never again would Malik be held back when quick runs were required. This was the night he announced himself as one of the most dangerous finishers of his era.
For India, it was a harsh lesson in the unforgiving nature of cricket. Eden Gardens, a fortress of deafening cheers, had been transformed into stunned silence by the magic of a single batsman.
And for the game itself, it was one of those rare moments where cricket transcends statistics, where an individual, through sheer genius, bends reality and rewrites the script of an impossible match.
Thank You
Faisal Caesar
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