And I am glad. I am a fan of Zaheer’s, pretty much the same way I used to be a fan of Srinath.
Take away the pretense and the glamour and the showbiz, and all you have left behind is just bat and ball. And in that game, these two, considerable-but-not-extraordinary talents both, had done good. Had done enough.
And Zaheer has a few miles more to travel. A few miles more to travel, now as the craftiest fast-medium bowler in the world.
If only he could learn to pick up tail-end wickets….