Aminul Islam: The Unsung Guardian of Bangladesh Cricket’s Legacy

To encounter Aminul Islam is to meet a figure remarkable not only for his talent but for his humility. A cricketer who carried the hopes of an entire nation during Bangladesh’s formative years in international cricket, Aminul remains, even today, devoid of the pride that often accompanies such accomplishments. Instead, he exudes an unassuming warmth and kindness, treating fans with the same sincerity as an elder brother would, offering encouragement and a genuine connection to anyone who approaches him.

Aminul Islam’s legacy is woven into the fabric of Bangladesh cricket. Technically gifted and mentally resilient, he was fearless against pace and precise against spin, distinguishing himself as one of the country's finest batsmen during a time when the game was still finding its footing in Bangladesh. Alongside pioneers like Gazi Ashraf Hossain Lipu, Akram Khan, Minhajul Abedin, and Golam Nawsher Prince, Aminul dreamed of making cricket a defining part of Bangladesh’s identity at a time when soccer dominated the nation’s sporting landscape.

In the face of almost insurmountable odds, these players carried cricket on their shoulders without financial backing or guaranteed careers. For Aminul, cricket was “oxygen”—an unbreakable passion that sustained him even as they played with no promise of fame or reward. Their perseverance paid off when, in November 2000, Bangladesh played its first-ever Test match at Dhaka’s Bangabandhu National Stadium. Aminul rose to the occasion, scoring the first Test hundred for Bangladesh, a glorious 145 that filled the country with pride. Critics who had dismissed him prior to that match were left speechless, as Aminul, true to form, let his bat do the talking.

Yet, this triumph was not enough to shield him from the shifting tides of the cricket board and the harshness of the press. As Bangladesh transitioned from a fledgling Test nation to one looking toward future success, calls to “refresh” the team emerged, advocating for an overhaul in favor of youth. Tragically, this cost Bangladesh one of its most experienced batsmen, as Aminul was unceremoniously pushed aside—a veteran cast away at the very moment his experience was most needed. He was not only left out of the national squad but even banned from participating in domestic competitions, an insult to a player who had given so much to the game.

Disheartened but undeterred, Aminul took his expertise to Australia, where he embraced a new chapter as a cricket coach. His deep knowledge of the game earned him a place in the Asian Cricket Council’s (ACC) development program, where he took on the responsibility of nurturing cricket in countries like China, Brunei, Malaysia, Singapore, and Taiwan. His efforts to popularize cricket in China are particularly notable, where the sport is now blossoming in a culture largely unfamiliar with it. Through dedication and skill, Aminul Islam has sown the seeds of a cricketing revolution in unlikely terrain, bringing new players into the fold of the game he cherishes.

Despite his immense contributions, Aminul’s connection to Bangladesh cricket remains fractured. The cricket board has repeatedly overlooked his experience, failing to recognize the invaluable insights he could bring to developing young talent in Bangladesh. His nurturing presence, like that of an elder brother, could be instrumental in managing egos, guiding new players, and fostering team unity. Bangladesh cricket needs mentors like Aminul, figures who understand not only the technical demands of the game but also the human side of mentorship. His history, marked by resilience, hard work, and passion, stands as a testament to what can be achieved with vision and dedication.

Aminul Islam is more than just an icon; he is a custodian of cricket’s values and an asset whose experience could elevate the sport in Bangladesh. His legacy and skills deserve recognition not only as a chapter in cricket history but as a beacon for its future. To dismiss such knowledge, passion, and loyalty is to overlook a gardener who knows how to cultivate talent, who has dedicated his life to blooming beautiful flowers on foreign soil when he should have been welcomed with open arms at home. Bangladesh cricket has much to gain from inviting him back to the fold, from allowing Aminul Islam to share his wisdom with the next generation of cricketers. His contribution could be transformative—a guiding hand for young guns, a quiet strength for the veterans, and a unifying spirit for the whole team.

 

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Faisal Caesar

Graeme Pollock's Heroic Stand: A Tale of Valor at Newlands

Cape Town cradled between majestic mountains and the boundless Atlantic, beckons travellers with its unmatched beauty. From Table Mountain’s towering presence to the churning waters teeming with great whites, Cape Town is an adventurer's dream. Among these treasures, the city is also home to Newlands Cricket Stadium, where fans can experience the passion and grandeur of summer cricket, framed against the imposing silhouette of Table Mountain. Newlands is a stage that has hosted some of cricket’s most unforgettable performances, its stands alive with the energy of the crowd and the drama unfolding on the pitch. 

One such epic battle took place in the summer of 1967. Australia, led by the steely Bobby Simpson, was touring South Africa. The Proteas began with a victory in Johannesburg, setting the series aflame. That first Test saw South Africa turn the tables after trailing by 126 runs, thanks to a commanding second-innings display from Eddie Barlow, Ali Bacher, Graeme Pollock, and others. The Australians were humbled, bowled out by Trevor Goddard’s six-for, and South Africa claimed a 1-0 lead.

But Cape Town’s Newlands was to be the stage for Australia’s fierce response. In the second Test, they roared back, but it was South African Graeme Pollock who, in pain yet undeterred, would become the match’s enduring legend. 

Australia batted first and laid down an imposing 542, with Bobby Simpson and Keith Stackpole both reaching centuries. Eddie Barlow showed grit by claiming five wickets, but South Africa’s reply was precarious from the outset. Graeme McKenzie tore through the Proteas' top order, and by the end of the second day, they were limping at 56 for 3. Among them was Pollock, nursing an injured thigh, yet unbeaten on 28, a score stitched together with boundaries struck by sheer determination.

The third day dawned bright and warm, casting Newlands in a vibrant light. But for those watching, that scenery was eclipsed by Pollock’s willpower and skill at the crease. His injury was severe, and his right leg—the essential foundation for a left-hander’s stance—was practically unusable. Pollock’s solution was ingenious and brave: he shifted his weight onto his back foot, minimizing his movement and forcing his balance to the back. This made every cover drive a precarious marvel, with his right foot often lifted off the ground. 

South Africa's wickets fell rapidly, and they soon teetered at 85 for 5. It was then that Pollock shifted gears, giving the Newlands crowd a display of unrelenting aggression and artistry. Against an Australian bowling attack eager to tighten their grip, Pollock retaliated with ferocity, crafting shots off the back foot with astonishing control and power. His elegance was compromised by his limited movement, yet his resilience imbued each stroke with purpose and audacity.

In a mere 139 balls, Pollock reached his hundred, and the onslaught continued. He drove and cut with astonishing ferocity, disregarding his physical limitations, each shot echoing through the stadium. By the time he edged a ball to HB Taber, Pollock had amassed a staggering 209 runs, embellished with thirty boundaries. It was a masterclass etched into the annals of cricket, a performance of indomitable courage that reverberates to this day.

Although Pollock’s valiant knock couldn't prevent South Africa from following on, and despite his failure in the second innings, his courage had invigorated his teammates. They fought hard, setting Australia a target of 180 in the final innings. Australia chased it down to secure victory, yet the lasting memory of that game was not their comeback, but Pollock’s heroic stand. His innings played on one good leg and an iron will remain one of cricket's greatest feats, an immortal tale of valour at Newlands. 

Pollock’s knock is part of the folklore of cricket, an enduring reminder of a batsman's spirit triumphing over adversity. His innings wasn't just about runs or statistics; it was a testament to resilience, skill, and the boundless magic of cricket at Newlands.

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Faisal Caesar

The Revival of Fast Bowling: Mitchell Johnson’s Fierce Resurgence in a Batsman’s Era

 

In an age when cricket is dominated by colossal sixes and blistering boundaries, where T20 culture fuels a thirst for quick thrills and towering scores, fast bowling has often seemed like a relic of a bygone era. Batsmen today are celebrated like conquerors, the pitch favours their power, and the rules lean heavily in their favour, skewing the game towards an epic spectacle of bat against bat rather than the classic clash of bat and ball. 

But for those of us who grew up in the late ‘80s and ‘90s, cricket was defined by an exhilarating balance. It was a stage for the most compelling of duels—one where speed and power could meet finesse and technique. Back then, the game felt electric, with formidable fast bowlers like Wasim Akram, Waqar Younis, Curtly Ambrose, Courtney Walsh, and Allan Donald charging in with raw ferocity, giving cricket a dangerous allure. They carried on the legacy of titans before them—Imran Khan, Dennis Lillee, Malcolm Marshall, and Michael Holding—fearsome bowlers who ruled with brutal elegance. 

But the last decade brought with it an uncomfortable reality: the fiery pace of true fast bowlers was disappearing, seemingly tamed by commercial pressures. Sponsors preferred seeing the ball sent soaring into the stands rather than whizzing past a ducking batsman. In this paradigm shift, young fast bowlers were increasingly urged to trade raw pace for precision, to deliver in the safe corridor of line and length, sacrificing the reckless thrill that once defined their craft.

Enter Dale Steyn in the late 2000s—a lone wolf who kept the fire alive, a symbol of speed and intimidation. He held on to the fast-bowling flame, but for true fans, it wasn’t enough. We yearned for more wild, untamed forces who could bring back that primal energy, who could make our hearts race. The spirit of fast bowling needed a catalyst, a force of nature.

And then, in the 2013-14 Ashes series, that force arrived, reincarnated in Mitchell Johnson. In the first Test at Brisbane, Johnson’s thunderous pace unleashed a storm beyond anything the English batsmen had prepared for. He didn’t just bowl fast; he bowled with a ferocity and control that sent shivers down their spines. Bouncers screamed past helmets, struck arms, and shattered wickets with a relentless intensity that transformed the Australian summer into a nightmare for England. The crowd electrified, chanted his name, their roars echoing the enthusiasm once reserved for legends like Dennis Lillee and Jeff Thomson. Johnson tore through the English lineup, ending the Ashes with an astonishing 37 wickets.

But he wasn’t finished. Next, he flew to South Africa, cricket’s top-ranked Test team at the time. And here, at Centurion, Johnson only grew more fierce, more devastating. Each delivery was a bolt of lightning, leaving South African batsmen stunned, bewildered, and shell-shocked. His twelve-wicket haul in the match dented the South African psyche, reminding them—and the cricketing world—that the terrible beauty of true fast bowling was not dead.

Mitchell Johnson is a throwback to an era when fast bowlers were fearsome hunters. With his fierce moustache and menacing demeanour, he looked every bit the wild beast on the prowl, savouring the thrill of the hunt. For him, pace bowling isn’t a matter of robotic precision; it’s a visceral, thrilling experience, a high-wire act of speed, aggression, and unpredictability. He doesn’t cater to a formulaic line-and-length; he embodies raw energy, delivering every ball with unbridled intensity. Johnson isn’t about elegance or restraint; he’s about primal excitement and the kind of raw power that commands the crowd’s attention.

Mitchell Johnson has become cricket’s modern-day tornado, a force that can decimate a batting lineup in a session, transforming the stadium into a cauldron of excitement. When he runs in, the crowd holds its breath, sensing that something extraordinary—whether triumphant or calamitous—is about to happen. Johnson has reignited the crowd’s passion for fast bowling, giving them a taste of what it means to live on the edge.

In Johnson, cricket has found its much-needed Renaissance. He’s the revolution the game desperately needed, a beacon of hope for young bowlers who aspire to more than just precision and restraint. By blazing a trail of sheer pace and unadulterated aggression, Johnson offers a glimpse of a brave new world of fast bowling—one that might inspire broadcasters and fans alike to celebrate not just the spectacle of the bat, but the thrill of the ball hurtling toward 90 miles per hour. Mitchell Johnson is indeed a terrible beauty, and through him, cricket’s glorious legacy of fast bowling lives on.

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Faisal Caesar

The Shining Yet Shadowed Legacy of Kevin Pietersen: England’s Maverick Lost

The Australian summer had scorched the English cricket team, leaving it battered and demoralized. But the true heat came not from the relentless sun, but from Mitchell Johnson’s blistering pace that tore through English defenses. It was a devastating series, one that saw Jonathan Trott step back, citing a debilitating mental struggle after the humiliation in Brisbane, while Graeme Swann quit all forms of cricket midway through. England melted, an ice sculpture in the inferno, ultimately succumbing to a historic 5-0 Ashes loss. 

As England’s cricket board braced for a revamp in the aftermath, a new shock surfaced: Kevin Pietersen, England’s most prolific and flamboyant batsman, would not be part of this rebuilding. Rumours flew: KP, it seemed, had been unmanageable during the Australian tour. This wasn’t the first time his brash personality and uncontainable flair had ruffled feathers within England's cricket hierarchy. But this time, the decision seemed final. England would move forward without their dazzling talisman.

Pietersen’s exclusion felt like an act of self-sabotage. Here was a batsman who brought rare mastery to the crease, who had not only stamped his authority but brought a kind of elegance mixed with audacity to England’s batting order. Since his debut in 2005, KP, with his fearsome pulls, audacious slog sweeps, and thrilling switch-hits, had thrilled crowds and struck fear into opposing teams. He was the centrepiece of England’s ascent in world cricket—a player who could turn games and raise England’s profile on the global stage.

Yet Pietersen’s off-field controversies followed him like shadows. His rebellious personality, sponsorship deals, striking blond highlights, and unabashed prioritization of the IPL drew criticism and raised eyebrows. His public rift with then-coach Peter Moores cost him the captaincy; his infamous text-message saga led to a temporary exile from the team. But time and again, his reintegration into the squad underscored his cricketing genius. He was, simply put, too talented to ignore.

Kevin Pietersen was England’s quintessential maverick. Mavericks are often misunderstood, their brilliance laced with complexity. Driven by a restless spirit, they operate by their own rules, challenging authority and embracing risks with fearless conviction. Pietersen embodied that archetype: a player who thrived on challenging convention, bending the rules, and daring to be different. Mavericks are valuable because they add depth, unpredictability, and excitement—a team’s golden goose. Cricketing history has witnessed captains like Mike Brearley and Imran Khan managing these “crazy diamonds” with skill and patience. Brearley’s guidance helped Ian Botham channel his raw talent, and Imran Khan’s command held together Pakistan’s mercurial squad in the 1980s. With the right leadership, such players can shine brighter and contribute immensely to a team’s success.

Yet, it appears that England was unwilling, or perhaps unable, to harness Pietersen’s unique spirit. Paul Downton, England’s new managing director, attempted to justify the decision, acknowledging Pietersen’s outstanding contributions but emphasizing a need to “rebuild not only the team but also team ethic and philosophy.” His words were measured, but for cricket fans, they rang hollow. How could a team’s ethos improve by sidelining its most passionate player, the one who, through sheer talent, had lifted England from the ordinary to the extraordinary?

At 33, Pietersen was still far from finished. His physical prowess and insatiable hunger for competition hinted that he could have served England’s cause for several more years. With a player of such calibre, a wise administration would have found a way to manage his mercurial temperament. If handled skillfully, Pietersen could have remained a linchpin in England’s batting lineup, anchoring the team through its rebuilding phase. 

What stings most is that Pietersen’s exclusion seems to be about everything but his cricketing abilities. The whispers and rumours of discord are a familiar refrain, a toxic undercurrent that has trailed his career. Yet one is left wondering: was the issue truly with KP, or did his unconventional brilliance simply fail to fit the mould of England’s restrained cricketing ethos? With Pietersen gone, international cricket loses one of its rare “crazy diamonds,” a player who refused to bow to convention and whose flair and individuality redefined English cricket.

Kevin Pietersen’s career, marked by defiant brilliance, seems to have ended not on his terms, nor through a decline in his skill, but due to the inability of English cricket to accommodate a genius who coloured outside the lines. The cricketing world is poorer for his absence. For those who love the game’s unpredictability and spirit, one can only ask: what would cricket be without Kevin Pietersen, the shining yet shadowed legacy of a maverick who truly changed the game?

 
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Faisal Caesar

Bangladesh’s Crossroads: The Cost of Siding with Cricket’s Big Three

 

The state of global cricket stands on a precipice, torn by a clash of power and principle. Cricket’s three wealthiest boards—the BCCI (India), Cricket Australia, and the ECB (England)—have tabled proposals that, while advantageous to their own interests, pose serious threats to the broader cricketing world. These proposals were met with immediate opposition from several cricketing nations, notably Pakistan, South Africa, Sri Lanka, and Bangladesh, all of whom voiced their concerns at the recent International Cricket Council (ICC) meeting in Dubai on January 28 and 29.

Initially, the Bangladesh Cricket Board (BCB), led by Nazmul Hassan Papon, seemed inclined to support the so-called "Big Three" proposal. However, public outcry back home in Bangladesh swiftly shifted Papon’s stance. Die-hard fans took to the streets, expressing deep-rooted fears about the future of their beloved sport, while cricket analysts in Bangladesh vehemently criticized the board’s initial support. This groundswell of resistance urged Papon to oppose the ICC's proposed revamp.

Central to Bangladesh’s concerns was the introduction of a two-tier Test cricket system, which would threaten the country’s hard-won Test status. Under such a system, Bangladesh and Zimbabwe would be relegated to playing the Intercontinental Cup against associate nations, with limited chances to challenge the top-tier Test teams. The BCB's advocacy against this system bore fruit when the ICC added a clause affirming that all member nations could play in all formats of cricket, with participation based on “meritocracy.” On this assurance, Papon quieted his opposition and, ultimately, lent his support to the revised proposal.

Papon’s decision appeared, at face value, a triumph for Bangladesh. His priority was safeguarding Bangladesh’s Test status, and he achieved that. However, this stance raised questions about his broader responsibilities to the global cricket community. Bangladesh, though not yet a top-tier power, is nevertheless an integral part of the world cricket structure. Shouldn’t the board have considered the wider impact of the proposal, beyond immediate security for their own Test status?

With Papon’s endorsement, the Big Three were left with only one vote short of passing their constitutional amendments. Bangladesh's backing seemed to tip the scales in their favour. At Dhaka’s Shahjalal International Airport, Papon painted his acceptance as a victory, stating: “We will be in a better position than others. We haven’t been to India in 14 years. We will go there to play Tests, and they will come here too. We will go to England; Australia will come here.” His remarks, however, seemed strangely uncritical, as though the mere prospect of a high-profile series justified the decision.

Yet, were these promises made by the Big Three concrete? Was there a binding, written assurance? Given the BCCI’s long-standing issues with fulfilling its bilateral commitments to Pakistan, it’s entirely possible that Bangladesh, too, could face an empty promise. Without a written contract, Bangladesh could find itself sidelined by wealthier, busier cricket boards whose schedules are increasingly full with domestic leagues and high-value bilateral series.

Furthermore, did Papon fully comprehend the implications of the “meritocracy” clause? Al-Amin, a sports journalist with Bangladesh’s Daily Star, dissected this term and suggested that it might be a veiled pretext for relegating less financially lucrative teams to the sidelines in the longer formats. He pointed out that the ICC has already implemented “merit-based” selections in limited-overs formats, resulting in Bangladesh and Zimbabwe playing qualifying phases for major tournaments. Thus, the “meritocracy” language may be less about fair play and more about sidelining smaller teams from regular competition with elite sides.

The phrase “no immunity to any country” also raises a red flag. If immunity doesn’t apply, then relegation remains a real possibility, placing Bangladesh’s Test future back on shaky ground. A superficial look at the proposal could create a sense of security, but a deeper analysis reveals vulnerabilities that threaten to erode Bangladesh's stability in world cricket.

Rather than aligning with the Big Three, Papon should have remained with Pakistan, South Africa, and Sri Lanka, who continued to voice their concerns. Together, they might have leveraged a collective stance to challenge the legality of the Big Three's plan, even taking their case to the Court of Arbitration for Sport (CAS). However, if Papon signs the Member Participation Agreement (MPA) on February 8, he may lose the chance to stand with these cricket boards or seek legal recourse.

Indeed, should the promises made by the Big Three materialize, Bangladesh could benefit financially from more high-profile games with cricket’s wealthiest boards. Yet these benefits may prove fleeting, a temporary inflow of funds masking the longer-term challenges that could arise from conceding so much influence to three powerful boards. Verbal assurances from “cunning minds,” as critics have called the Big Three, hold little weight against the unpredictable currents of global cricket politics.

While Bangladeshi fans may initially rejoice at Papon’s promises of prosperity, looking beyond the short-term gains is essential. Bangladesh’s loyalty to world cricket’s traditional values is part of its identity, a badge of honour hard-won and not easily sacrificed. In this turbulent landscape, one can only hope that Papon’s decisions do not ultimately compromise the broader integrity of the sport. For cricket fans who cherish the unpredictable beauty of this game, preserving the spirit and equality of world cricket should remain the top priority, above fleeting financial gain.

 

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Faisal Caesar