And here's the thing for all the people crying about defensive captaincy, not being proactive, not being innovative and all the rest of it. While you lot are running around panicking like headless chickens, there is a reason that Misbah just stands there stroking his beard and shrugging.
It's because he knows he's right.
All the bache crying about defensive captaincy, modern cricket, big bats, attacking cricket and 4 RPO don't realise this. Misbah KNOWS that's modern cricket but he also knows he doesn't have a team that can compete playing like that. So what does he do? Like a martial arts master, he takes the other teams "modern" and "attacking" cricket and uses their aggression and energy against them.
It didn't matter if his best bowlers were in jail.
It didn't matter that his best bowler got banned for chucking.
It didn't matter that he had to host the Aussies with a bowling attack with 8 test caps (or whatever the hell it was) between them.
It didn't matter that he was relying on trundlers on a dead pitch in Dominica.
None of it mattered. While you lot were joining hands with Ramiz and crying about captaincy, he just stood there, stroked his beard and said "Go on then. Show me modern cricket and play your shots" and flipped the attackers onto their head with a shrug of his shoulders.
Get bent haters, cry into your printed out run rate tables.
The rest of us are wishing farewell to the GOAT.

It's because he knows he's right.
All the bache crying about defensive captaincy, modern cricket, big bats, attacking cricket and 4 RPO don't realise this. Misbah KNOWS that's modern cricket but he also knows he doesn't have a team that can compete playing like that. So what does he do? Like a martial arts master, he takes the other teams "modern" and "attacking" cricket and uses their aggression and energy against them.
It didn't matter if his best bowlers were in jail.
It didn't matter that his best bowler got banned for chucking.
It didn't matter that he had to host the Aussies with a bowling attack with 8 test caps (or whatever the hell it was) between them.
It didn't matter that he was relying on trundlers on a dead pitch in Dominica.
None of it mattered. While you lot were joining hands with Ramiz and crying about captaincy, he just stood there, stroked his beard and said "Go on then. Show me modern cricket and play your shots" and flipped the attackers onto their head with a shrug of his shoulders.
Get bent haters, cry into your printed out run rate tables.
The rest of us are wishing farewell to the GOAT.





