The Unseen Power of Underdogs in World Cup Openers: A Case Study of Bangladesh

The World Cup has always been more than just a showcase of the world’s best teams; it’s a crucible where nerves, momentum, and sheer unpredictability play as much a role as raw talent. And if there’s one truth history has whispered time and again, it’s this: opening matches rarely go as expected. This trend spans decades, and across both football and cricket, the giants often find themselves haunted by upstart challengers—who, on any other day, might have gone unnoticed.

In 1982, Argentina arrived in Barcelona as the reigning football champions, their ranks bolstered by a young and prodigious Diego Maradona. Their opening opponents, Belgium, were not yet feared on the world stage. But in those ninety minutes, the script was flipped, and the world watched in disbelief as the Argentine machine stumbled. It wasn’t a one-off, either. In the same tournament, both West Germany and France—then European football powerhouses—met the same fate, thrown off by foes who defied every expert prediction.

This pattern of early-match nerves has surfaced repeatedly, from Brazil’s tentative 1982 start to Italy’s unexpected opening-match struggle against Bulgaria in 1986, and perhaps most famously, Argentina’s shocking defeat at the hands of Cameroon’s Omam Biyik in the opening match of Italia '90. It’s as if, on that first day, even champions cannot wholly shed the weight of expectations.  

Cricket, too, has seen this time-honoured tale of tournament openers turned on their heads. In 1987, India entered the World Cup as defending champions but faltered against an unheralded Australian side. Four years later, Australia, as favourites on their home turf, lost to a spirited New Zealand. And when Pakistan, the eventual champions, took to the field against West Indies, they suffered a resounding defeat. 

The opening match has always been a test of nerves, where skill alone isn’t enough. Even more so for Bangladesh, whose own opening-match performances in major tournaments had been fraught with heartbreak—memories of the stunning loss to Canada in 2003 still linger in the minds of fans.

Kia Oval, 2019: Bangladesh Turns the Tide

Fast forward to the 2019 Cricket World Cup at the Kia Oval, where Bangladesh prepared to face South Africa, one of the tournament's heavyweights. In the days leading up to the match, the Proteas were reeling from a loss to England. Though many anticipated a South African comeback, Bangladesh’s homegrown excitement had reached a fever pitch. The crowd, mostly Bangladeshi supporters, transformed the Oval into a mini Sher-e-Bangla stadium, giving the Tigers a sense of home advantage even in the heart of London.

Bangladesh took to the field with a blend of audacity and composure. Soumya Sarkar’s blistering start exemplified a "play-with-no-fear" mantra, setting the tone for a confident innings. The veteran pairing of Shakib Al Hasan and Mushfiqur Rahim crafted a disciplined, strategic partnership that solidified Bangladesh’s momentum, helping them reach a formidable total of 330—an achievement almost unthinkable given their recent struggles against South Africa in previous World Cups.

As the Proteas took the crease, Bangladesh’s bowlers approached the task with a steady resolve, adhering to a simple, no-frills strategy: bowl tightly, build pressure, and let patience dictate the game. While lacking the fiery pace of premier fast bowlers or the mystique of a master spinner, Bangladesh’s bowlers, led by the experienced Mashrafe Mortaza, displayed astute discipline. Mustafizur Rahman and Mohammad Saifuddin hit the right lengths, while Shakib, Mosaddek Hossain, and Mehidy Hasan Miraz used guile and variation to keep South Africa’s batsmen guessing.

In the end, it wasn’t just a victory—it was a resounding statement. Bangladesh had outplayed a top-tier side not by shock tactics, but through tactical discipline and a calm, calculated approach, demonstrating their maturity on the world stage.

Bangladesh: A Team Transformed

To label this result an “upset” would miss the point entirely. Bangladesh has stepped into a new era, where they no longer carry the mantle of minnows. Years of steady improvement, bolstered by growing confidence on the international stage, have transformed Bangladesh into a team capable of competing with the best—not just in skill, but in mentality.  

Through their methodical dismantling of South Africa, Bangladesh served notice to the cricketing world that they had mastered the fine art of thriving under pressure. Far from the nervous and error-prone team of earlier years, Bangladesh has emerged as a formidable contender, a team with the nerve to stare down giants and the resolve to rewrite their own history.

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Faisal Caesar

 

Triumph in Madrid: Liverpool’s Tactical Mastery and Spurs’ Unfulfilled Dream

 

It’s done.  Liverpool had their sixth star, and when we see them again next season, we can be sure they will have added “Madrid, 2019” to the red, yellow, and white flags that have fluttered from Spanish balconies, hotel windows, and lampposts in memory of Istanbul, 2005, as well as Rome, 1977 and 1984, Wembley, 1978, and Paris, 1981.

For Liverpool, prodigious collectors of trophies, it was the sixth time in their illustrious history that the club’s ribbons adorned that shiny old pot. Only Real Madrid, with 13, and Milan, with seven, boast superior records. Remarkably, Liverpool has won this competition more times than all other Premier League clubs combined. Mohamed Salah now knows how it feels to score one of the decisive goals in European football’s showpiece occasion. So does Divock Origi, whose fingerprints are indelibly etched on this story. When the rewards are this high, neither Jürgen Klopp nor his victorious players will lose sleep over the fact that the match lacked the sophistication that often defines the pinnacle of European football.

Spurs’ Heartbreak: A Tale of Missed Opportunity

For Spurs, this was akin to watching a masterpiece being torn apart. Mauricio Pochettino and his players will forever be haunted by the night they let slip the opportunity to etch their names into the annals of football history. Alisson Becker, Liverpool’s goalkeeper, was not tested until the dying moments, underscoring Spurs’ inability to capitalize on their possession and territorial dominance. For a club with a 137-year history, this was a bitter pill to swallow—to come so close to the pinnacle and yet remain spectators to Liverpool’s jubilant celebrations.

Liverpool’s players knew that anguish all too well, having suffered heartbreak against Real Madrid the previous year. This time, they were resolute, fortified by the presence of Alisson instead of Loris Karius and the absence of Sergio Ramos, whose controversial antics in Kyiv cast a long shadow. Alisson’s assured presence was pivotal during Spurs’ most threatening moments in the second half, particularly at 1-0. It was no surprise that many Liverpool players sprinted to embrace their goalkeeper at the final whistle.

Origi: The Unlikely Hero

Divock Origi’s contributions to Liverpool’s campaign were already legendary, with his decisive goal against Barcelona at Anfield. In Madrid, he replaced an out-of-sorts Roberto Firmino in the 58th minute and injected fresh energy into Liverpool’s attack. His goal in the 87th minute was the coup de grâce. A left-footed strike, skidding diagonally across the goal, sealed Liverpool’s triumph and extinguished Spurs’ hopes. Klopp’s euphoric celebrations, hoisted aloft by his players, captured the magnitude of the moment.

Tactical Narratives: Spurs’ Overreach and Liverpool’s Pragmatism

Pochettino deployed a 4-2-3-1 formation, with Harry Winks and Moussa Sissoko anchoring the midfield and Christian Eriksen, Dele Alli, and Son Heung-min supporting Harry Kane in attack. Spurs sought to exploit spaces between Liverpool’s midfield trio of Fabinho, Jordan Henderson, and Georginio Wijnaldum, forming a ring of players to overload the central areas. Full-backs Kieran Trippier and Danny Rose provided width, exploiting Liverpool’s narrower defensive shape.

While Spurs found success in progressing the ball to their full-backs and players between the lines, they faltered in the final third. Liverpool’s defensive quartet, marshalled by Virgil van Dijk and Joel Matip, thwarted aerial deliveries and limited space for Spurs’ attackers. The introduction of Lucas Moura and Fernando Llorente late in the game added physicality but failed to unsettle Liverpool’s defensive structure.

Klopp’s Liverpool adopted a pragmatic 4-3-3 formation, adapting to the early lead provided by Salah’s penalty within the opening 24 seconds. Liverpool’s central defenders, unpressed by Spurs’ lone striker Kane, delivered long passes to Salah and Sadio Mane, exploiting their pace without overcommitting players forward. Firmino’s dropping movements created numerical superiority in midfield, unsettling Spurs’ defensive organization.

Out of possession, Liverpool’s flexibility was evident in their shifts to 4-4-2 or 4-5-1, depending on Spurs’ attacking patterns. Mane and Salah’s disciplined tracking nullified Spurs’ full-backs, while Henderson and Wijnaldum closed down passing lanes. Spurs’ reliance on long balls played into Liverpool’s hands, with Matip and Van Dijk imperious in aerial duels.

The Emotional Aftermath

Liverpool’s sixth European triumph was a testament to their resilience and tactical acumen. While the match lacked the aesthetic brilliance of previous finals, the significance of the victory overshadowed any stylistic shortcomings. Klopp’s side demonstrated the maturity and pragmatism required to navigate the high stakes of a Champions League final.

For Spurs, the defeat was a sobering reminder of the fine margins that separate glory from despair. Pochettino’s tactical ingenuity was evident, but his team’s inability to convert possession into meaningful opportunities proved costly. The image of Liverpool’s jubilant celebrations, juxtaposed against Spurs’ desolation, encapsulated the emotional extremes of football’s grandest stage.

In the end, it was a night that affirmed Liverpool’s place among Europe’s elite and left Spurs to ponder what might have been. For Klopp and his players, the sixth star was a culmination of years of heartbreak, perseverance, and unyielding belief. For Pochettino and Spurs, it was a painful chapter in their journey, one that may yet inspire future triumphs.

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Faisal Caesar

Calypso Thunder vs. Pakistani Timidity: A Study in Contrasts

If cricket matches are supposed to tell stories, this one was a haiku: short, sharp, and devastatingly direct. In a world where modern white-ball cricket celebrates innovation and caution in equal measure, the West Indies attacked Pakistan with the blunt poetry of vintage fast bowling. The result? A batting collapse so severe it bordered on tragic parody.

This humiliation was not born of mystery spin, nor clever variations, nor a devilish pitch. No—West Indies bowled short. Again. And again. And again. Relentless, hostile, old-school. A length that once terrorized batters in the 1980s returned to expose Pakistan’s fearful choreography: hopping, swaying, ducking—all to calypso rhythms they never learned to dance to.

At the forefront of this revival was Oshane Thomas, raw pace in human form, leading his side to bundle Pakistan out for what could have been a historic double-digit embarrassment had the final wicket not staged a miniature rebellion. It was Pakistan’s second-lowest World Cup total, and a chilling reminder that reputation means very little when feet refuse to move.

The chase was no spectacle—West Indies need not perform elaborate acts when the opposition has already performed self-destruction. Even as Mohammad Amir rediscovered fleeting echoes of his former menace, picking up all three wickets, the outcome was beyond doubt. The scoreboard may have ticked, but the tension never did.

Chris Gayle, that ageing monarch of mayhem, obliged the audience with calculated brutality—six fours, three sixes, a gentle reminder that even as his knees creak, his bat still roars. The win arrived with 36.2 overs untouched—a World Cup record in balls to spare. A beating so thorough it felt almost casual.

But if Thomas was the executioner, Andre Russell was the intimidator. Every one of his deliveries seemed less like a ball and more like a challenge to Pakistan’s bravery. Fifteen out of eighteen were short: not variety, but velocity; not cunning, but carnage. Wickets came almost as a mercy—Pakistan had already mentally collapsed by the time the ball struck pad or glove or stumps.

Let us be clear: **No pitch in the world is a 105-all-out pitch.** This one was especially innocent. England—World Cup favourites—scored 359 here barely a fortnight ago. If the solution to Pakistan’s woefulness were as simple as “just bowl short,” analysts would have solved cricket decades ago.

This was not the condition!

This was not bad luck.

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Faisal Caesar

This was cowardice under fire.

From Imam ul Haq’s timid edge behind to Fakhar Zaman being undone by his own helmet, Pakistan’s innings unfolded like a masterclass in how not to bat under pressure. Babar Azam’s presence barely registered. No partnerships, no perseverance, no pride.

The gulf between the two sides felt psychological more than technical. West Indies strode in as a side reborn—muscular, confident, snarling. Pakistan slouched like a team that has forgotten the very sensation of victory: **eleven consecutive defeats now and counting**.

Amir tried to offer hope—a wicketless powerplay drought of 18 months finally broken—but hope is not a match when the house is already ashes.

As Gayle’s sixes sailed, spectators simply wanted nostalgia one last time, a Caribbean farewell before sterner battles await the men in maroon. And those battles will come. But on this day, they proved they possess the firepower and fury for the biggest stage.

Pakistan, on the other hand, must confront a darker truth: defeat is no longer shocking. It is routine. And unless they rediscover discipline, courage, and technique, this World Cup could become less a competition—and more a prolonged humiliation.

West Indies bowled short.

Pakistan fell short.

And the world watched the calypso chorus drown out a once-proud cricketing nation.

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Faisal Caesar

The Northampton Shock: A Day of Euphoria and Speculation in Cricket

The summer of 1999 bore witness to one of cricket’s most improbable tales. Pakistan, unbeaten and in scintillating form, had brushed aside heavyweights West Indies and Australia with characteristic flair in the preliminary round of the World Cup. Their dominance was unquestionable, their momentum irresistible. On the other hand, Bangladesh, fledgling entrants to cricket’s grandest stage, had endured a chastening baptism, losing convincingly to all Test-playing nations and managing a solitary win against fellow minnows, Scotland. The odds of an upset when these two teams clashed at Northampton seemed infinitesimal. Yet, cricket’s capacity for the unexpected unfolded dramatically on May 31, 1999.

A Prelude to History

Pakistan’s approach to the game raised eyebrows. Having already secured a berth in the Super Sixes with maximum carry-forward points, they opted to field first—a departure from their usual strategy of setting targets and defending them with their formidable bowling attack. Wasim Akram’s decision seemed an exercise in experimentation, perhaps even complacency. Bangladesh, meanwhile, had everything to gain. Their performance would be scrutinized as they sought to bolster their case for Test status at the upcoming ICC meeting.

The start was electric. Shahriar Hossain exploited Pakistan’s uncharacteristically wayward bowling, dispatching Waqar Younis with audacious strokes. The pick-up shot over midwicket hinted at fortune, but the straight drive down the ground exuded authority. Bangladesh’s openers raced to 68 without loss in the first 15 overs, setting a tone that belied their inexperience.

However, Pakistan’s spinners, led by Saqlain Mushtaq, clawed back control. Saqlain’s guile accounted for Mehrab Hossain, who danced down the pitch prematurely, and Shahriar, trapped leg-before attempting an ill-judged sweep. Wickets fell regularly thereafter, but skipper Akram Khan’s composed 43 and Khaled Mahmud’s spirited 27 ensured Bangladesh reached a respectable 223 in their allotted 50 overs. Saqlain’s five-wicket haul, though impressive, felt like a footnote amidst the rising optimism of the Bangladeshi fans.

The Implosion Begins

A target of 224 was well within Pakistan’s reach. Yet, what followed was a masterclass in self-destruction. Shahid Afridi fell in the first over, his penchant for aggression proving his undoing. Ijaz Ahmed’s dismissal in the second over, bowled by an inside edge, compounded Pakistan’s woes.

The run-outs began comically. Saeed Anwar, after nudging the ball to the leg side, set off for a single only to find Inzamam-ul-Haq unmoved. The resulting dismissal epitomized Pakistan’s lack of coordination. Inzamam, expected to anchor the innings, succumbed to a straight delivery from Mahmud, leaving Pakistan reeling at 29 for 4.

Saleem Malik, out of form and out of sorts, missed another straight ball. The Bangladeshi supporters, roaring like the tiger emblazoned on their jerseys, sensed an upset. At every turn, Pakistan seemed intent on self-sabotage.

A glimmer of hope emerged when Wasim Akram and Azhar Mahmood forged a 55-run partnership. But Wasim’s inexplicable decision to attempt a suicidal run extinguished that hope. The crowd’s decibel levels surged with every Pakistani misstep.

The final act of folly came when Saqlain Mushtaq, attempting a streaky single, found himself short of the crease. The square-leg umpire referred the decision to the third umpire, but the crowd had already invaded the field in anticipation. When the red light flashed, confirming the run-out, a crescendo of euphoria erupted. Bangladesh had achieved the unthinkable.

Euphoria and Controversy

The victory was a watershed moment for Bangladesh cricket. Captain Aminul Islam declared it the greatest day in their history, a performance that would accelerate their ascent to Test status. For their fans, it was an unparalleled moment of unity and joy, rivalling the celebrations of their independence.

Yet, the match’s aftermath was clouded by scepticism. Accusations of match-fixing resurfaced, though no concrete evidence emerged. English bookmakers had placed Pakistan as overwhelming favourites, with odds of 33 to 1, and there were no reports of unusual betting patterns. Still, the subcontinent’s notorious shadow of illegal bookmaking loomed large.

Kamran Abbasi, writing in Wisden Cricket Monthly, lambasted Pakistan’s performance as a “flurry of poor strokes and worse running.” Saleem Malik later alleged the game was rigged, though his claims remained unproven. Wasim Akram’s post-match comment, “I’m happy we lost to our brothers,” added fuel to the fire of speculation.

The Legacy of Northampton

Wisden aptly summarized the day: “Nothing diminished the Bangladeshi fans’ euphoria. It was the greatest day in their cricketing history, and perhaps no event since independence had united the country with such delight.”

For Pakistan, the loss was a blemish on an otherwise stellar campaign. For Bangladesh, it was the dawn of a new era. The improbable triumph at Northampton was not merely a cricket match; it was a statement of intent, a prelude to their eventual recognition as a Test-playing nation. It was, above all, a reminder of cricket’s enduring capacity to surprise, to inspire, and to unite.

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Faisal Caesar 

Ben Stokes and the Return of English Imagination

The ICC may insist that the average spectator at this World Cup is 40 years old, but the scene outside The Oval suggested otherwise. Thousands poured out of the tube stations with the same excited urgency as children running into a fairground—because cricket, on days like this, makes children of us all. Especially now, when England finally field a side worth delighting in: brash, fearless, and unburdened by the hesitations of history.

Inside the ground, the atmosphere hummed with that uniquely cricketing blend of anticipation and escapism—a temporary amnesty from adult life. And in this moment of collective hope, Ben Stokes delivered something more than a performance: he offered a hero narrative.

If the summer ahead is to be a defining chapter for this England team, then Stokes intends to ink his name in bold. His 89 with the bat, the outrageous catch at deep midwicket that instantly graduated to legend, a run-out carved from instinct, and two wickets in successive balls—this was a multi-format masterclass squeezed into a single day. The Oval witnessed the rebirth of a folk hero, one determined to replace tabloid notoriety with cricketing myth.

Stokes once titled his autobiography Firestarter. Ironically, he now serves more as the squad’s emergency services—summoned when plans unravel and nerves betray. And nerves were abundant. The pageantry of an opening World Cup fixture—balloons, flags, and a royal speech that felt determined to last until tea—jostled England’s famously calibrated routines. Anticipation, stretched too thin, turned into tension.

Sensing vulnerability, Faf du Plessis rolled the dice. He didn’t attempt to overpower England; he tried to outthink them. Imran Tahir opened the bowling—a theatrical feint that caught Jonny Bairstow so cold he lasted just two deliveries. The sudden hush in the stands held decades of English trauma: collapses, catastrophes, and campaigns ending before they began.

Enter Joe Root, the national sedative. His 51 worked like a slow-release medicine; unease receded—even if briefly. When he fell, Stokes assumed the role of stabiliser. His innings flowed not with violence but with patience, absorbing the tricky off-cutters and slower variations South Africa belatedly learned to exploit. He accumulated, then accelerated, understanding better than anyone that sometimes pragmatism trumps pyrotechnics. England reached 311—less than their lofty best, but beautifully sufficient.

And then, Stokes the fielder burst forth. That catch—an anti-gravity miracle—was not merely athleticism but spectacle, the sort of act children recreate in back gardens for years. His bullet throw, his ruthless finishing of the tail: these were moments of dominance that define World Cups.

Yet even such feats nearly shared the spotlight with Jofra Archer, England’s newly uncaged speed demon. His short ball sent Hashim Amla staggering off retired hurt—speed as a shockwave. Then one hurried Faf du Plessis into a tame dismissal. Archer bowled with the authority of every great fast bowler England once feared, and now finally possesses.

South Africa fought through Quinton de Kock’s poised half-century—an innings that announced him as a standard-bearer for the next generation’s elite. But nothing they did could overcome England’s collective purpose. They crumbled for 207, undone by England’s newfound ability to adapt rather than insist on playing to script.

For years, England’s white-ball strategy was to chase the unattainable—to try for 400 when 325 wins comfortably. Stokes reminded them that restraint, too, is a weapon. That elegance in challenge can be more decisive than audacity in abundance.

When the day closed with a 104-run victory, The Oval felt less like a cricket ground and more like the birthplace of belief. England had found their match-winner—one who plays as though living inside every supporter’s backyard fantasy. And they rediscovered something else: the power to win without chaos.

England were the favourites before the first ball of this tournament. After this—after Stokes leaping into mythology and Archer threatening a fast-bowling renaissance—favouritism now feels less prediction than inevitability.

Cricket is theatre.

And England, at long last, look ready to take centre stage.

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Faisal Caesar