There are tournaments remembered for their trophies, and there are those remembered for their tales.
The 1989 Nehru Cup — staged across the sprawling geography of India — belongs to the latter. It was an event where planning collapsed under its own ambition, and yet out of chaos emerged one of Pakistan’s most compelling cricketing odysseys.
The scheduling bordered on absurdity. Teams were made to play two, occasionally three, matches in a single day — a logistical nightmare that forced exhausted squads to traverse thousands of kilometres between fixtures. Fatigue became the twelfth man; strategy, a luxury. Pakistan, perpetually in transit, fielded a different XI almost every match — Waqar Younis, Aaqib Javed, and even Javed Miandad alternated between presence and absence. Each game unfolded as an experiment in survival.
Yet within this relentless churn, there was also vitality. The late 1980s were the golden age of one-day cricket tournaments — short, fierce, and intensely followed. The Nehru Cup assembled six heavyweights of the era: India, Pakistan, West Indies, England, Australia, and Sri Lanka — a microcosm of the cricketing world brought together on Indian soil.
A Faltering Start and Flickers of Defiance
Pakistan’s campaign began inauspiciously. In their opening match against England, their batting was funereal — slow, uncertain, devoid of spark. Only Saleem Malik’s 42 from 59 balls provided dignity amid mediocrity. But such teams, under Imran Khan’s stewardship, rarely succumbed twice in the same way.
Against Australia, the reigning world champions, Pakistan roared back with defiance. Defending a modest 205, they won by 66 runs — a triumph stitched together through discipline and belief. Shoaib Mohammad’s watchful half-century anchored the innings, Javed Miandad’s 34 steadied it, and Wasim Akram’s spirited 28 gave it momentum. Then came the bowling — Imran Khan, in one of those spells that defined his aura, took 3 for 13 in eight overs, with Abdul Qadir weaving his quiet menace from the other end.
Momentum, though, remained fragile. The next encounter against the West Indies revealed both brilliance and brittleness. Despite a valiant 77 from Aamir Malik and a fluent 44 from Saleem Malik, Pakistan’s 223 proved insufficient. Richie Richardson and Viv Richards, with clinical elegance, chased it down — a reminder that experience still dictated outcomes in those days.
Leadership in Motion
Against Sri Lanka, Imran Khan’s strategic mind took center stage. Javed Miandad sat out, and Aamir Malik, despite his previous heroics, was pushed down the order. It was a captain’s experiment in controlled unpredictability — and it worked. Imran himself led with a commanding 84, steering Pakistan to 219. When Sri Lanka seemed poised for victory at 187 for 2, they imploded to 213 all out — undone by three run-outs and the spin trio of Wasim Akram, Akram Raza, and Abdul Qadir, who took two wickets each. Imran, intriguingly, came on as the sixth bowler — a master manipulating the tempo rather than submitting to it.
The Decisive Climb
Then came the match that mattered — the group decider against India. The stakes were elemental: win, and reach the semifinals; lose, and go home.
Aamir Malik (51) and Ramiz Raja (77) provided a serene yet assertive opening, their partnership the perfect blueprint for a chase or a build. Imran Khan’s cameo — 47 off just 39 balls — added the flourish. The total, 279, was a declaration of intent.
India’s reply began with deceptive promise. Krishnamachari Srikkanth (65) and Raman Lamba (57) took them to 120 for none. Then, as if on cue, Pakistan’s spinners ensnared them. From 155 for 2, India crumbled to 202 all out. Wasim Akram and Mushtaq Ahmed bowled with precision; the decision to rest Imran from bowling and instead deploy three spinners proved inspired. It was tactical intellect cloaked in calm — the hallmark of a team rediscovering itself.
The Semifinal: Poise in a Storm
Rain reduced the semifinal against England to 30 overs a side — a format tailor-made for volatility. England, led by Robin Smith’s assured 55, posted 194. Abdul Qadir and Waqar Younis struck regularly, but the chase that followed was pure artistry.
Ramiz Raja, elegant and composed, crafted 85 off 82 balls; Saleem Malik, electric and audacious, blazed 66 from 41. Their partnership was a study in rhythm and restraint, tempo and timing. The target was reached with ease — and for once, Imran Khan was not named Man of the Match, a rare occurrence in a tournament that bore his imprint.
In the other semifinal, West Indies brushed aside India by eight wickets — setting the stage for a final rich in narrative tension: the disciplined Caribbean giants versus Pakistan’s mercurial genius.
The Final in the City of Joy
The finale in Calcutta (now Kolkata) unfolded as if scripted for drama. It had theatre, pressure, and poetry — and in the end, it found its crescendo in the most cinematic fashion imaginable.
Pakistan required four runs from the final over. Akram Raza had just been dismissed — run out by Courtney Walsh’s stunning direct hit from 35 yards. Imran Khan took a single, reducing the equation to three off two balls. With his main bowlers already spent, Viv Richards had no choice but to bowl the decisive over himself.
Then, history bent its arc. Wasim Akram — young, fearless, unflinching — met the next delivery with a mighty swing, sending the ball soaring over wide mid-wicket for a towering six. The roar that followed was not just triumphal; it was liberating. The match, the tournament, and perhaps the entire narrative of Pakistan’s campaign crystallized in that single, audacious stroke.
Layers Beneath the Drama
Pakistan’s chase had been a tapestry of tempo and tenacity. Ramiz Raja’s brisk 35 from 31 balls, stitched with six boundaries, gave the innings its early heartbeat. His stand of 60 with Ijaz Ahmed (56) stabilized the platform, while Saleem Malik’s commanding 71 off 62 brought grace and aggression in equal measure. His straight six off Walsh shimmered as one of the innings’ most majestic strokes.
Imran Khan’s entry signaled assurance. Together with Malik, he added 93 off 95 balls — leadership translated into partnership. Pakistan never allowed the asking rate to intimidate them; they played as if belief itself was a tactic.
For the West Indies, Desmond Haynes anchored the innings with an unbeaten 107 from 134 balls — his sixteenth one-day century, a masterpiece of patience in an age of flourish. Yet even his monument of control could not conceal the hesitancy of the Caribbean middle order. Imran Khan’s death spell — nine consecutive overs of strategic precision — yielded three wickets, including that of Viv Richards. Richards’ brief 21 off 11 balls, punctuated by a six and two fours, was extinguished by Imran’s unerring discipline. The symbolism was unmistakable: the old lion felled by the new.
Coda: A Six Beyond Its Score
That final stroke — Wasim Akram’s soaring six — became more than a winning shot. It was an assertion of spirit, a prelude to the cricketer he would become: unpredictable, destructive, dazzling. It announced a changing of the guard, a transition from Imran’s command to the audacious energy of a younger generation.
The victory was not merely a result; it was a statement. It reflected a team that had fought through fatigue, flawed logistics, and fluctuating lineups — and yet found beauty amid chaos.
Epilogue: The Essence of Resilience
The 1989 Nehru Cup was never destined to be remembered for perfect cricket. It was remembered because it mirrored life itself — messy, erratic, exhausting, but occasionally transcendent.
Pakistan’s journey through it was a portrait of improvisation under duress. From sleepless train rides to reshuffled XIs, from tactical gambles to moments of sheer genius, they embodied the paradox of cricket: a game where discipline and disorder often coexist.
In the end, the Nehru Cup did not just test Pakistan’s skill. It revealed its soul — a blend of defiance, artistry, and endurance.
And in that final moment — when Wasim’s blade met Richards’s delivery under Calcutta’s lights — cricket became poetry, and chaos found its rhythm.
Thank You
Faisal Caesar
