In the fading light of a tense final session, two unlikely figures—Imran Khan and Tauseef Ahmed—stood as immovable sentinels, shielding Pakistan from certain defeat. As the umpires finally offered the light with nine overs left, Pakistan’s resistance was not just a tale of stonewalling—it was a statement of defiance against one of the most fearsome sides in cricket history. For a full day, Pakistan clawed, sweated, and endured, denying West Indies their eighth consecutive series triumph by the narrowest of margins.
The match had opened with Viv Richards, that regal commander of Caribbean cricket, playing a rare innings of restraint and gravitas. Having won the toss, Richards anchored the middle order for nearly three hours with an innings that was more about steel than swagger—authoritative but stripped of his trademark flamboyance. It was a captain's knock forged not in fire but in granite, aimed at constructing a foundation rather than dazzling the gallery.
Yet the following morning shattered that foundation. West Indies' last three wickets crumbled within 40 minutes. Pakistan’s reply was immediately jolted—both openers gone swiftly—but then came the slow, determined heartbeat of Ramiz Raja. In an age that often prized flamboyance, Ramiz chose patience as his sword. His partnership of 111 with Miandad was sullied only by Miandad's rash run-out, yet Ramiz refused to be rattled. His half-century—compiled in an astonishing 317 minutes—etched his name beside Bailey and Tavaré as one of the slowest in Test history. But it wasn’t sloth; it was a siege.
Yousuf, ever the quiet artisan, stitched together valuable runs, helping Pakistan concede only a single run on the first innings. Yet, as day three ebbed, the initiative tilted. Pakistan’s generosity in the field—offering lives to Greenidge, Haynes, and Richardson—was an invitation West Indies gladly accepted.
Imran Breathes Fire with the Ball
The rest day brought more than recovery. It revived Imran Khan. No longer gripped by the stomach upset that had troubled him the previous afternoon, Imran returned with venom. In a six-over spell that will sit among the great fast bowling spells of the decade, he took five wickets for 10 runs—twice striking with consecutive deliveries. His dismantling of the West Indies top order was surgical, relentless, and inspired. Only Desmond Haynes, stoic and resolute, withstood the fury. In doing so, he became only the third West Indian to carry his bat through a Test innings—a feat of lonely magnificence amid the ruins.
The Stubborn Resistance of Pakistan led by Imran
Pakistan’s chase of 213 began with a sense of urgency but quickly turned to trepidation. In just five overs before stumps, West Indies struck twice, throwing Pakistan onto the back foot. And when Marshall removed Mohsin and Miandad the next morning, it appeared the script would follow its familiar arc—another West Indies victory carved out by their fearsome pace battery.
But Ramiz, once more, stood as a bulwark, batting for 236 minutes for a meagre but priceless 29. Mudassar Nazar joined him in the grim enterprise, and by tea, the scoreboard read a fraught 97 for seven. Victory for the visitors seemed inevitable.
And yet, as they had done in the series opener, Imran and Tauseef walked out again—guardians of the improbable. Where others had fallen to pace, these two resisted with cunning and composure. Every block was a punch to West Indian dominance; every leave was an act of revolution. When the umpires offered the light, the scoreboard told only part of the story. The true tale lay in the grit of a captain who would not bow and a tailender who became a folk hero. The match was drawn. The series was drawn. But for Pakistan, it was as good as a victory.
Thank You
Faisal Caesar
