For most young cricketers, the dream of playing for their country is a distant, flickering aspiration—something that takes root gradually, nurtured by years of toil and ambition. Aaqib Javed’s journey, however, took a far more meteoric trajectory. From hurling taped tennis balls in his backyard to making his debut in an already star-studded Pakistan side, his rise was swift and, in many ways, improbable. But nothing would define his career quite like that fateful day in Sharjah, when he ripped through India’s batting line-up in a spell of pure devastation, forever etching his name in the annals of cricketing folklore.
The Stage is Set
The match began under the floodlights of Sharjah, a venue that had borne witness to numerous Indo-Pak battles, each layered with tension and history. Indian captain Mohammad Azharuddin, in what seemed a logical decision, opted to bowl first on what appeared to be a batting-friendly pitch. Early on, his strategy seemed to work, as Pakistan’s openers Aamer Sohail and Sajid Ali perished cheaply, leaving the team wobbling at 23 runs.
But then came the resistance.
Zahid Fazal and Saleem Malik, two craftsmen with the bat, orchestrated a partnership that all but wrested control from India. Their contrasting styles complemented each other—Fazal, with his precise shot-making, and Malik, with his effortless, wristy elegance. The pair added a staggering 180 runs, forcing the Indian bowlers into submission. Fazal, well on his way to a century, was only halted by muscle cramps, retiring hurt on 98. Malik fell soon after for a graceful 87, but by then, Pakistan had posted a formidable 262 for six—fortified further by 29 extras, a costly lapse by India. Every run added to Pakistan’s total was another nail in India’s coffin, as the momentum had firmly shifted in Pakistan’s favour.
The Collapse Begins
India, boasting a formidable batting line-up, had reason to believe in a successful chase. With stalwarts like Ravi Shastri, Navjot Singh Sidhu, Sanjay Manjrekar, and the precocious talents of Sachin Tendulkar and Vinod Kambli, the target was challenging but not insurmountable.
Wasim Akram and Imran Khan, the architects of many Pakistani triumphs, opened the bowling. The Indian batsmen, cautious and measured, fended them off without much drama. Then, in the ninth over, the ball was tossed to Aaqib Javed.
That was when the game changed.
A Spell for the Ages
Javed, adorned with his trademark white headband, ran in with purpose. His opening act was to remove the aggressive Sidhu, caught behind attempting to reach for an outswinger. At 32 for one, India still had hope. That hope was ruthlessly dismantled in the span of three deliveries.
His third over became the stuff of legend.
First, Ravi Shastri was trapped plumb in front, his attempt to work the ball across the line proving fatal. The very next ball, Azharuddin, India’s captain, inexplicably repeated the same mistake, his forward press misjudging the incoming delivery. Two wickets in two balls.
Enter an 18-year-old Sachin Tendulkar, already touted as India’s next batting messiah. The tension was thick as Javed steamed in. He delivered the exact same ball, full and straight, demanding judgment. In a moment that would later become an indelible part of cricketing history, Tendulkar, too, was struck on the pads. The appeal was instantaneous; the umpire’s finger rose like a reflex. Hat-trick! The Sharjah crowd erupted. Pakistan’s players swarmed Javed, their jubilance only matched by the stunned silence on the Indian bench. India had imploded to 47 for four.
The Aftermath
Kambli and Manjrekar attempted a resurrection, but their efforts were fleeting. Kambli fell to a careless run-out, and moments later, Kapil Dev was undone by a searing yorker from Javed. The wickets kept tumbling—Manjrekar’s resistance ended with a mistimed shot to third man, and Prabhakar followed soon after. The precision with which Javed dismantled India’s batting was nothing short of surgical.
India was in ruins at 143 for eight. Kiran More and Javagal Srinath provided some late defiance, but the damage had long been done. They folded for 190, handing Pakistan a 72-run victory.
Aaqib Javed’s final figures read: 10 overs, 1 maiden, 37 runs, 7 wickets—the best in One-Day International cricket at the time. His record stood untouched for nearly a decade before Muttiah Muralitharan, Waqar Younis, and later Shahid Afridi surpassed it in different instances.
Legacy of a Spell
Sharjah had seen its fair share of magic, but Javed’s performance that evening was something else entirely. It wasn’t just about numbers—it was about how he achieved them. The hat-trick was not a mere statistical milestone; it was a surgical dissection of India’s batting prowess. The deliveries were identical in precision, the execution flawless, the impact irreversible.
For Javed, it was the defining spell of his career. In a team brimming with fast-bowling royalty—Imran, Wasim, Waqar—he had carved out his own legacy. His performance that day encapsulated the essence of fast bowling: precision, aggression, and an unwavering belief in his abilities. The way he read the batsmen, the way he executed his plans with surgical accuracy, and the way he celebrated with unbridled passion—all of it contributed to making this one of the most memorable spells in ODI history.
And for cricketing fans, particularly those who witnessed that match, his name would forever be synonymous with one word: destruction. It was not merely a performance; it was a statement—a reminder that in the world of fast bowling, even amidst legends, a young man from Sheikhupura could rise and steal the spotlight with sheer brilliance.
Thank You
Faisal Caesar
