Abdullah Shafique: The Rise of Pakistan’s Next Test Prodigy?

Knock, knock!

Who’s there?

Abdullah Shafique.

You might not recognize the name instantly. He doesn’t feature in flashy commercials, nor does he dance like a marionette in the carnival of franchise cricket. He’s not a star of the so-called "premier leagues," nor does he flood social media with glitzy highlights. Yet, in the quiet corners of Test cricket, Abdullah Shafique is carving a legacy that demands attention.

In a cricketing world obsessed with spectacle, Shafique is a refreshing anomaly. He is not the result of marketing gimmicks or overnight hype. Instead, he is a testament to old-school grit, patience, and technique—qualities that seem increasingly rare in the age of instant gratification.

The Struggle to Find Stability

Since the iconic partnership of Aamer Sohail and Saeed Anwar faded into history, Pakistan has struggled to find a stable Test opening pair. A revolving door of openers has come and gone, some showing fleeting promise but failing to cement their place. Shafique, too, was initially dismissed as just another experiment—a placeholder in the never-ending quest for consistency at the top of the order.

Shafique’s journey began with a promising first-class debut in 2019, where he scored a century for Central Punjab in the Quaid-e-Azam Trophy. However, his initial foray into international cricket was far from smooth. After a brief and underwhelming stint in T20Is, including two ducks against New Zealand in 2020, he was quickly relegated to the sidelines.

Yet, one man saw potential where others saw failure. Misbah-ul-Haq, Pakistan’s coach at the time, recognized Shafique’s solid technique and mental fortitude. Misbah’s faith proved prophetic. Within a few months, Shafique transformed from a forgotten name into a rising star, earning accolades not just for his runs but for the manner in which he scored them.

A Record-Breaking Start

In just 11 Test innings, Shafique has joined an elite club of cricketers, rubbing shoulders with legends like Sir Don Bradman, George Headley, and Sunil Gavaskar. Averaging a staggering 79.0, his performances have silenced critics and validated Misbah’s belief.

His statistics are remarkable, but they only tell part of the story. Shafique’s runs have come against formidable opponents and in challenging conditions. Against Australia, he averaged 79.40 on home soil, demonstrating his ability to handle high-quality bowling attacks. His true mettle, however, was revealed in Sri Lanka, where he averaged 173.0 in conditions tailor-made for spinners.

The Galle Masterpiece

Shafique’s defining moment came in Galle during the first Test against Sri Lanka. Chasing 342 in the fourth innings—a daunting task on a deteriorating pitch—Shafique played an innings of extraordinary maturity and composure.

Historically, Pakistan’s fourth-innings chases have been fraught with collapses, even with legends like Inzamam-ul-Haq and Younis Khan in their ranks. Memories of the 2009 Galle debacle, where Rangana Herath spun a web around the Pakistani batters, loomed large. But Shafique approached the challenge with a calmness that belied his age.

Prabath Jayasuriya and Ramesh Mendis, armed with turn and bounce, probed relentlessly. They varied their lengths, teased with flight, and exploited every crack on the surface. Shafique, however, was unflinching. He studied the pitch, learned from the mistakes of his teammates, and executed a strategy rooted in caution over aggression.

His defense was immaculate, his footwork precise. He left deliveries with the confidence of a seasoned campaigner and rotated the strike to keep the scoreboard ticking. When opportunities arose, he capitalized with elegance, his backlift and timing a masterclass in Test match batting.

The result? A monumental 160 not out, guiding Pakistan to a historic victory. It was the second-highest successful chase in Pakistan’s Test history and the highest ever at Galle. Among fourth-innings centuries at the venue, Shafique’s stood out as a masterpiece of perseverance and skill.

The Mental Edge

What sets Shafique apart is his mental fortitude. Facing spinners on a crumbling pitch in subcontinental conditions is one of cricket’s toughest assignments. Yet, Shafique’s composure never wavered. He displayed an innate understanding of the game’s rhythms, balancing caution and aggression with the precision of a maestro.

This mental toughness was evident even earlier, during Pakistan’s series against Australia. Facing Nathan Lyon and a high-pressure situation, Shafique absorbed lessons that would later serve him well in Sri Lanka.

A Bright Future

At just 23, Abdullah Shafique is not merely a promising talent; he is a beacon of hope for Pakistan cricket. His technique, temperament, and ability to adapt make him a player for all conditions—a rarity in modern cricket.

But the road ahead is not without challenges. Pakistan’s selectors must resist the urge to tamper with his progress, a mistake that has derailed many careers in the past. Shafique’s journey is still in its infancy, and nurturing his talent with patience and care is essential.

Conclusion

Abdullah Shafique is more than just another name on Pakistan’s long list of openers. He is a symbol of resilience and a reminder of the enduring value of Test cricket. In a world obsessed with instant fame and flashy performances, Shafique’s rise is a story of quiet determination and hard-earned success.

Now, when you hear the name Abdullah Shafique, you’ll know who he is—a cricketer who doesn’t need circus lights to shine. His bat does the talking, and the cricketing world would do well to listen.

Thank You 

Faisal Caesar 

Thank You

Faisal Caesar 

North Korea 1966: When the Chollima Took Flight

The 1966 FIFA World Cup is usually remembered as England’s tournament, the summer when Wembley became the stage for the country’s first and only world title. Yet beyond England’s glory, another story gave that World Cup its deepest sense of wonder.

At Ayresome Park in Middlesbrough, North Korea defeated Italy 1-0 and produced one of the greatest shocks in international football history.

It was more than an upset. It was a footballing fairy tale shaped by politics, prejudice, courage, and the mysterious power of the underdog.

A Team Nobody Expected

North Korea arrived in England as outsiders in every possible sense.

They were not expected to qualify. Their route to the World Cup had been dramatically altered by boycotts and withdrawals, leaving them to face Australia in a simplified playoff. They won convincingly and became Asia’s unlikely representatives on the world stage.

But their presence created political discomfort.

The Korean War was still a recent memory. Britain did not formally recognise North Korea, and the idea of flying their flag or playing their anthem caused unease among politicians. Football had once again found itself entangled with history.

Yet once the tournament began, those political anxieties were slowly replaced by something more human.

In Middlesbrough, where North Korea trained and played, the local supporters adopted them. The team were small in stature, tireless in movement, and brave in spirit. The people of the north-east saw not an enemy state, but a group of determined footballers fighting against impossible odds.

The bond was unexpected, but it became one of the most charming subplots of the tournament.

Group Four and the Weight of Expectation

North Korea were placed in a difficult group with Italy, Chile, and the Soviet Union.

Their opening match seemed to confirm expectations. The Soviet Union defeated them 3-0 with superior strength and authority. But against Chile, North Korea revealed their resilience. Trailing late in the game, Pak Seung-zin scored a dramatic equaliser to secure a 1-1 draw.

That goal changed the mood.

Suddenly, their final group match against Italy was not merely ceremonial. It carried the possibility of history.

Italy, on paper, were giants. They had world-class names such as Gianni Rivera, Sandro Mazzola, Giacinto Facchetti, and Enrico Albertosi. Their clubs, especially Inter and Milan, were dominant forces in European football. Their reputation suggested elegance, tactical intelligence, and authority.

But reputation can be a dangerous possession.

Italy arrived with status. North Korea arrived with hunger.

Italy’s Fragility Exposed

Italy needed only a draw to qualify for the quarter-finals. That knowledge should have calmed them. Instead, it seemed to burden them.

They began with chances. Marino Perani wasted an important opportunity, and for a brief spell it looked as though Italian quality might eventually impose itself.

Then came the turning point.

Captain Giacomo Bulgarelli, already carrying a knee problem, aggravated the injury after a challenge involving Pak Seung-zin. In an era before substitutes, Italy were reduced to ten men.

It would be unfair to ignore this. Bulgarelli’s loss deeply affected Italy’s structure and confidence. But it would also be unfair to reduce North Korea’s victory to Italian misfortune.

Great shocks require more than luck. They require the underdog to recognise the moment and seize it.

North Korea did exactly that.

Pak Doo-ik and the Moment of Immortality

Just before half-time, the ball dropped near Pak Doo-ik, a little-known midfielder from North Korea.

He allowed it to move across his body, adjusted himself with calm precision, and struck a low shot beyond Albertosi.

1-0.

In that instant, Pak became immortal.

For Italy, it was a wound.

For North Korea, it was a revelation.

For world football, it was disbelief made real.

BBC commentator Frank Bough captured the shock of the moment:

“The North Koreans take the lead five minutes before the break. What a sensation!”

It was indeed a sensation. But it was also something more meaningful. It was the collapse of footballing hierarchy in front of thousands of stunned spectators.

The famous myth later arose that Pak Doo-ik was a dentist. He was not. But the metaphor endured because it felt perfect. He had performed a clean extraction, removing Italy from the World Cup with clinical precision.

The Defence of a Nation

The second half became a test of nerve.

Italy attacked with urgency. Rivera tried to rescue the match through individual brilliance. Mazzola, Perani, and Barison searched for openings. Yet North Korea defended with extraordinary discipline.

Goalkeeper Ri Chan-myong played with inspired determination. Years later, he described his feeling in words that turned football into national duty:

“Behind me was the goal, which was small, but behind the goal was our nation.”

That sentence explains the emotional power of the match. North Korea were not defending merely a one-goal lead. They were defending dignity, identity, and the possibility that a forgotten team could defeat one of football’s royal houses.

As the minutes passed, the Middlesbrough crowd roared them on.

“Korea! Korea!”

The chant drowned out Italian anxiety. By the final whistle, Ayresome Park sounded less like a neutral venue and more like the home ground of a miracle.

The Fall of the Giants

When the match ended, Italy were out.

The result was humiliating for a team filled with celebrated names. Their return home was famously bitter, marked by anger and ridicule. For Italian football, the defeat became a national embarrassment.

But for North Korea, it was glory.

They had become the first Asian team to reach the quarter-finals of a World Cup. They had defeated a two-time world champion. They had turned anonymity into legend.

Their victory stood beside the United States defeating England in 1950 and later Algeria defeating Germany in 1982 as one of the greatest World Cup shocks ever recorded.

The Fairy Tale Almost Continued

North Korea’s journey did not end immediately.

In the quarter-final against Portugal at Goodison Park, they produced another astonishing act. Goals from Pak Seung-zin, Li Dong-woon, and Yang Seung-kook gave them a 3-0 lead.

For twenty-five minutes, the impossible seemed possible again.

But Portugal had Eusébio.

The great forward led a magnificent comeback, and Portugal eventually won 5-3. North Korea’s adventure was over, but their legend had already been secured.

They had not won the World Cup. They had won something more elusive: immortality.

Why 1966 Still Matters

North Korea’s 1966 campaign remains unforgettable because it contained everything football can offer.

There was politics.

There was romance.

There was fearlessness.

There was injustice, tension, myth, and beauty.

Above all, there was the sight of a little-known Asian debutant standing toe-to-toe with football royalty and refusing to bow.

Their story reminds us that football is not always governed by wealth, pedigree, or reputation. Sometimes, for ninety minutes, history opens a small door and invites the brave to walk through it.

At Ayresome Park, North Korea walked through that door.

And the Chollima, the mythical winged horse of Korean legend, truly took flight. 

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Faisal Caesar 

Brazil’s Lost Crown: The Almost Impossible Hat-Trick of 1966

Winning the FIFA World Cup™ once demands excellence; winning it twice requires a rare dynasty. But to lift the trophy three times in succession borders on the impossible, a feat so improbable that no nation has yet achieved it. And yet, twice in history, teams stood on that precipice—Italy in the late 1930s and Brazil in the 1960s—only to fall short. Of the two, it was Brazil, shimmering with brilliance and expectation in 1966, that came closest to turning the impossible into destiny.

The Weight of Legacy

Italy’s bid for immortality perished in the chaos of war. Vittorio Pozzo’s squadra had conquered in 1934 and 1938, only for the Second World War to steal their chance at a third. By 1950, the spell was broken. The torch of history passed to Brazil, who arrived in England in 1966 not merely as champions, but as artists, philosophers, and bearers of a new global footballing gospel.

Having dazzled the world at Sweden 1958 and Chile 1962, Brazil entered England with their aura mythologized. “We thought we could simply arrive and win,” recalled Djalma Santos, the veteran full-back. The Seleção were viewed less as a national team and more as a traveling exhibition of inevitability. That perception, ironically, became their undoing.

A Team Torn Between Generations

Brazil’s preparations betrayed their confusion. Instead of clarity, there was indulgence. A bloated squad of forty was paraded across Brazil in a grand, near-farcical national tour. When Vicente Feola finally named his 22, it was a mix of declining icons—Djalma Santos, Garrincha, Gilmar, Zito—and untested youth. The spine of two world champions was still present, but eroded. The cohesion that had defined Sweden and Chile had dissolved into indecision.

Tostão, the cerebral forward, later observed: “We did not have a settled team. The champions were declining, except for Pelé.” It was a damning epitaph for a side that seemed to rely on myth rather than form.

England 1966: A Tournament of Disillusion

Brazil’s campaign began with deceptive promise. Against Bulgaria, Pelé and Garrincha—football’s twin magicians—scored with free-kicks in what would be their final act together. Across forty games as teammates, Brazil had never lost. That evening at Goodison Park was their last shared triumph.

But victory came at a cost. Pelé was mauled by Bulgarian defenders, sustaining a knee injury. Forced to sit out the second match against Hungary, Brazil wilted. Without their talisman, they looked disjointed, beaten 3–1 by a Hungarian side of fluid movement and icy discipline.

The decider against Portugal carried the weight of fate. Pelé, still limping, was thrown back into the fray. Garrincha was dropped. The result was tragic theater. England’s refereeing decisions, harsh challenges unchecked, and Eusébio’s brilliance combined to extinguish Brazil’s flame. A 3–1 defeat ended their campaign, and with it, the dream of a hat-trick.

Politics, Power, and Paranoia

To many Brazilians, the losses were not merely footballing failures, but evidence of something darker. FIFA, under Sir Stanley Rous, seemed determined to ensure a European triumph on European soil. The referees of Brazil’s matches—German against Bulgaria, English against Hungary, and English again against Portugal—fed suspicions of bias. The pattern was too neat, the brutality too unpunished.

The conspiracy widened in hindsight. Argentina, eliminated by England, saw a German referee dismiss a player for “violence of the tongue,” despite a mutual lack of shared language. Uruguay, undone by West Germany, endured two controversial expulsions under an English referee. The semifinal quartet—England, West Germany, Portugal, Soviet Union—were all European. Coincidence, perhaps. But to South American eyes, collusion seemed more believable.

Pelé’s Wounds and Brazil’s Resurrection

No figure embodied the scars of 1966 more than Pelé. Hacked down, injured twice, and denied his stage, he left England disillusioned. “It was the toughest experience I ever had in football,” he admitted. So bitter was the taste that he vowed never to play for Brazil again. Only his sublime form with Santos in 1970 persuaded him otherwise, and the world was rewarded with his apotheosis in Mexico.

Yet the ghost of 1966 lingered. The tournament revealed that even giants could be undone—not just by tactical missteps or aging legs, but by politics, complacency, and the invisible hand of power. Brazil, the team of inevitability, learned that history never gifts crowns.

Epilogue: The Hat-Trick That Never Was

In the end, Brazil’s failure in 1966 was more than an upset; it was a turning point. They regrouped, redefined themselves, and reemerged in 1970 with perhaps the greatest team ever assembled. But the chance to etch an unassailable record—three consecutive World Cups—was lost forever.

History remembers victors, yet it also lingers on “almosts.” Brazil’s 1966 stands as football’s greatest almost, the closest humanity has come to a feat that remains tantalizing, impossible, and eternal.

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Faisal Caesar 

Dinesh Chandimal: The Unsung Warrior of World Cricket

In the grand theater of world cricket, where marquee players from the "Big Three" dominate the spotlight, there exist unsung warriors whose contributions often go unnoticed. Among them is Dinesh Chandimal, a cricketer whose career has been marked by resilience, grit, and a quiet determination to serve his team, even when the odds are stacked against him. Chandimal, much like Larry Gomes of the legendary West Indies side of the 70s and 80s, has been the glue holding his team together when the bigger names falter. Yet, his achievements seldom find the recognition they deserve in a cricketing landscape obsessed with glamour and power.

A Fighter in the Shadows

Chandimal’s career is a testament to perseverance. While the cricketing world showers accolades on players from elite cricketing nations, Chandimal has had to work exponentially harder to earn his place in the conversation. His performances are often overshadowed by the circus-like adulation for players who thrive in the shorter formats. Chandimal, however, belongs to a rare breed of cricketers who prioritize substance over style.

Consider his defiant knocks in Galle against Pakistan, where his innings in both outings showcased his ability to absorb pressure and deliver when his team needed him most. Or his bold century against Australia just weeks prior, a knock that epitomized the kind of steely determination that defines his career. Against Bangladesh, too, Chandimal stood tall, proving once again that he is Sri Lanka’s man for a crisis.

The cricketing archives are replete with Chandimal’s heroics, yet they are often overlooked. His nine-hour marathon 155 against Pakistan in Abu Dhabi in 2017 was a masterclass in endurance and technique. His twin fifties on debut against South Africa in 2011, during a challenging tour, announced his arrival on the international stage. And who can forget his audacious 162 against India in 2015, a knock that showcased his flair and composure against one of the strongest bowling attacks in the world?

But, as history has shown, world cricket has a tendency to forget such feats when they come from players outside the powerhouses of the game.

The Bumpy Road of Leadership

Chandimal’s journey has been far from smooth. Leadership, in particular, has been a double-edged sword for him. At just 23, he was handed the reins of Sri Lanka’s shorter-format side, only to be unceremoniously removed during the World T20, a tournament Sri Lanka went on to win without him. His tenure as Test captain was marred by illness, controversy, and the infamous ball-tampering saga that led to his suspension and eventual removal.

When Dimuth Karunaratne took over the captaincy, leading Sri Lanka to a historic Test series win in South Africa, Chandimal found himself not just stripped of leadership but also dropped from the side. It was a harsh blow, yet he remained undeterred.

Even now, when asked to stand in as captain in Karunaratne’s absence, Chandimal steps up without hesitation. His willingness to serve the team, regardless of personal setbacks, underscores his selflessness and unwavering commitment to Sri Lankan cricket.

A Team Man to the Core

What sets Chandimal apart is his humility. He does not seek headlines or attempt to establish himself as a revolutionary figure. Instead, he focuses on being a team man, giving his all for the betterment of Sri Lankan cricket. In an era where individualism often takes precedence, Chandimal’s quiet dedication is a refreshing anomaly.

Sri Lanka’s cricketing landscape has been fraught with challenges, both on and off the field. Yet, Chandimal has remained a beacon of hope for the island nation, delivering when it matters most and inspiring his teammates with his resilience.

A Legacy Worth Remembering

Dinesh Chandimal may not belong to the pantheon of cricketing superstars, but his contributions to the game are no less significant. He is a reminder that cricket, at its core, is about grit, determination, and the ability to rise above adversity.

As the cricketing world continues to evolve, it is essential to celebrate players like Chandimal, whose journeys embody the spirit of the game. His career may not be adorned with the accolades and recognition reserved for the elite, but for those who have witnessed his brilliance, Dinesh Chandimal will always be remembered as a fighter, a team man, and an unsung hero of Sri Lankan cricket.

Thank You 

Faisal Caesar 

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Faisal Caesar 

Arthhur Friedenreich: The Forgotten Hero of Brazilian Football

Imagine the Seleção without colour. No golden brilliance of Pelé, no ethereal grace of Garrincha, no samba-footed sorcery of Ronaldinho. Picture a World Cup without Ronaldo’s devastating thrusts or Rivaldo’s angled elegance. To strip Brazil’s football of its Afro-Brazilian core is not merely to revise history — it is to hollow it out. And yet, within living memory of the sport’s birth on Brazilian shores, this improbable vision was not only plausible, but policy.

At the turn of the 20th century, Brazil was navigating the wreckage and reinvention of a society freshly severed from slavery. Abolished only in 1888, it was the final nation in the Americas to legally renounce bondage — a grim distinction considering that Brazil imported more enslaved Africans than any other country, roughly 3.5 million, six times that of the United States.

Freedom, however, did not bring equality. Instead, it gave rise to a racially stratified society in which Black Brazilians remained excluded from nearly every realm of power, culture, and public life. Football, imported by the upper crust and white by design, became yet another stronghold of exclusion.

As Alex Bellos notes in Futebol: The Brazilian Way of Life, the game, introduced in 1894  by Scottish-Brazilian Charles Miller, quickly flourished in popularity. But its early infrastructure — clubs, pitches, tournaments — was the preserve of the affluent and pale. Still, the sport proved infectious. By the 1910s, football had outgrown its aristocratic origins, spreading like wildfire into the working-class neighborhoods, slums, and favelas. It was on these muddy, makeshift pitches that the Brazilian style — fluid, improvisational, audacious —was born.

At the heart of this transformation stood a player as culturally symbolic as he was talented: Arthur Friedenreich, a man whose very existence blurred the racial lines Brazilian football sought to police.

A Son of Two Worlds

Born in 1892, Arthur Friedenreich was the child of Brazil’s contradictions — the son of Oscar, a German merchant, and Maria, an Afro-Brazilian schoolteacher. His light eyes and wiry frame belied a life shaped by prejudice. Despite being the son of a European, his African heritage would mark him throughout his career.

At 17, Friedenreich debuted in amateur football. By 1912, he was the top scorer of the São Paulo league — a feat that would become familiar. Though denied many team honours, his personal accolades soared, particularly during his tenure at Clube Atlético Paulistano, beginning in 1917, where he topped the scoring charts in six of the next twelve years.

His defining moment came at the 1919 Copa América, South America’s first international tournament hosted on Brazilian soil. Friedenreich’s goal in the final against Uruguay won Brazil the title — and the hearts of a newly football-mad nation. He was paraded through Rio by jubilant supporters, his boots displayed as national treasure, and a celebratory song, Um a Zero, was composed in his honour — a symphonic fusion of flutes and saxophones that gave voice to the nation's rapture.

Brazil had found its first footballing hero. But the nation’s racism had not dissolved with victory.

Banned by Color, Bound by Class

In 1921, just two years after his crowning moment, Friedenreich was barred from representing his country. Under the order of President Epitácio Pessoa, non-white players were prohibited from the national team — an edict both shameful and emblematic of the period. No amount of goals, charisma, or national adoration could shield Friedenreich from Brazil’s structural discrimination.

He fought back in the only ways available. Off the pitch, he sought to ‘pass’ as upper-class: straightening his hair with hot towels, donning a hairnet, speaking with measured formality. On the pitch, he did what he always did — score goals. His performances remained irrepressible, a weekly act of resistance through genius.

In 1925, Paulistano took their star on a pioneering European tour. In ten matches, including games in France, Switzerland, and Portugal, the team won nine. Friedenreich scored eleven goals, proving that Brazilian flair could dazzle even in the heartlands of European conservatism.

The Number Debate and the Legacy That Endures

Records of Friedenreich’s career are shrouded in uncertainty. Some claim he scored over 1,000 goals; others suggest closer to 500. The ambiguity is telling — a reflection of the era’s disregard for documenting non-white excellence, and of a legacy marginalized even as it transformed the game.

Still, his impact is undisputed. As Anthony Appiah and Henry Louis Gates write in Africana: The Encyclopedia of the African and African-American Experience:

 “Friedenreich helped the sport move away from a period when clubs were made from the local elite, rejecting black and mulatto players, to a new era where they began drafting working-class players of diverse backgrounds.”

His style, too, was formative. Eduardo Galeano, in Football in Sun and Shadow, evokes Friedenreich not only as a player but as a prophet of flair:

“This green-eyed mulatto founded the Brazilian style of play... He, or the devil who got into him through the soles of his feet, broke all the rules in the English manuals. To the solemn stadium of the whites, Friedenreich brought the irreverence of the brown boys who entertained themselves fighting over a rag ball in the slums.”

In that fusion — of joy, daring, rhythm — was born the jogo bonito, the beautiful game that would, in time, enthrall the world.

Father of a Nation’s Art Form

Before Pelé, before Zico, before Neymar — there was Friedenreich, the uncredited architect of Brazil’s sporting soul. His career bridged the amateur and the professional, the segregated and the integrated, the European template and the Brazilian revolution. He was both excluded  and exalted, a victim of racism and a hero of resistance.

To speak of Brazilian football without Arthur Friedenreich is to erase the soil in which the dream was planted. He was the son of Africa and Europe, the first to marry football’s discipline with Brazil’s improvisational genius — and in doing so, became the father of a national religion.

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Faisal Caesar