Cricket, as they say, is a game of glorious uncertainties. Nowhere was this more evident than on a fateful August afternoon at The Oval in 1967, when Pakistan, teetering on the precipice of an innings defeat, found an unexpected hero in Asif Iqbal. It was a day when resilience took the form of audacity, and a young batsman—batting at No. 9—turned the tide of humiliation into a spectacle of defiance.
Prelude to a Crisis
Pakistan’s tour of England had already been fraught with challenges, and the third Test at The Oval was proving to be no exception. England, under Brian Close’s leadership, took the field first and swiftly dismantled Pakistan’s batting lineup for a modest 216. The only resistance came from Mushtaq Mohammad’s composed 66, with cameos from Saeed Ahmed and Asif himself. But those contributions were inadequate against a disciplined English attack, with Geoff Arnold’s five-wicket haul and Ken Higgs’ incisive three wickets leaving Pakistan with little to celebrate.
England, in response, flexed their batting muscle. Ken Barrington, a man who made batting seem like a sacred art, compiled an imperious 142—his 19th Test century and third in as many matches against Pakistan. In doing so, he etched his name in history as the only player to have scored centuries on every Test ground in England. His knock, laden with crisp drives and an impenetrable defence against short-pitched bowling, formed the backbone of England’s formidable 440. Pakistan’s bowlers toiled, but the lead of 224 loomed large.
A Collapse Foretold
If there was any hope of a spirited fightback, it was soon extinguished by Higgs’ relentless spell with the new ball. The Oval pitch, though still decent for batting, became a graveyard for Pakistan’s top order. Mohammad Ilyas perished for 1. Saeed Ahmed and Majid Khan fell for ducks. Wasim Bari briefly flickered before departing for 12. Ghulam Abbas, tasked with absorbing the onslaught, managed only a four-ball duck. The Mohammad brothers—Hanif and Mushtaq—were Pakistan’s last hope, but when they too succumbed, Pakistan stood at 53 for 7. The prospect of a humiliating innings defeat loomed ever closer.
At 65 for 8, Pakistan were still 159 runs adrift of making England bat again. The contest seemed over. Spectators anticipated a swift finish, and perhaps some had already begun planning their early exits. But then, the unexpected happened.
The Resurrection: Asif Iqbal’s Daring Dance
Cricket’s scriptwriters had they existed, could not have drafted a more dramatic twist. Asif Iqbal, a batsman of nimble footwork and fearless intent, found himself in the company of the dogged Intikhab Alam. Where others had faltered under the weight of England’s dominance, Asif saw an opportunity—if not to salvage the match, then at least to reclaim some pride.
What followed was a masterclass in counter-attacking cricket. Asif, unshackled by the situation, unfurled a breathtaking array of strokes. His hooks were dismissive, his drives authoritative. With each passing over, his confidence grew, and with it, England’s stranglehold on the game loosened. Ken Higgs, the destroyer of Pakistan’s top order, suddenly found himself helpless. The same bowler who had scythed through the batting lineup was now being treated with disdain—five boundaries in two overs rendering him ineffective.
Intikhab, at the other end, provided the perfect foil. Where Asif blazed, he anchored. Where Asif attacked, he absorbed. Together, they orchestrated a partnership that defied both logic and expectation.
The Oval, once hushed in anticipation of a swift Pakistan demise, now crackled with excitement. The Pakistani contingent in the stands, subdued for much of the match, erupted with joy as Asif galloped towards his century. The moment he reached three figures, the ground transformed into a festival. Hundreds of ecstatic Pakistani supporters stormed the field, lifting their hero onto their shoulders. The game came to a standstill as the police intervened to rescue Asif from his well-meaning but overzealous admirers. Bruised and battered, but grinning, he returned to the crease—his mission far from over.
Close Calls Time on Brilliance
By the time the ninth-wicket stand reached 190, a world record at the time, Pakistan had improbably eked out a lead. Asif’s innings, a spectacular 146 off just 190 balls, was punctuated with 21 boundaries and two sixes. But every fairytale must have an ending, and it was England’s captain, Brian Close, who wrote it.
In a moment of captaincy genius, Close introduced himself into the attack. A short off-break from round the wicket lured Asif out of his crease, and Alan Knott completed a sharp stumping. The fightback had ended, but not before Asif had carved his name into cricketing folklore.
Intikhab followed soon after for a valiant 51, and Pakistan’s innings closed at 203—just 31 runs ahead. The lead was never likely to trouble England, who romped home by eight wickets. Yet, the final margin was of little consequence.
A Legacy Etched in Time
Asif Iqbal’s innings was more than just a statistical marvel; it was a statement. It was proof that even in the face of imminent defeat, cricket allows for moments of individual brilliance that transcend the result. His 146 remains the highest score by a batsman at No. 9, a record that stood for over three decades until Pat Symcox bettered it in 1998.
More than half a century later, Asif’s innings still glows in the annals of cricketing history—not merely for the numbers, but for the spirit it embodied. The spirit of defiance. The refusal to bow. The belief that, even when all seems lost, there is always a way forward.
And so, in the summer of 1967, on a ground far from home, Asif Iqbal did not just play a great innings—he authored a legend.
Thank You
Faisal Caesar
