In the middle of the 22-yard podium, at the cynosure of countless inquisitive eyes – the man fell down.
At last.
Certainly not crestfallen. Unmoved by the expectations of millions on his back which had mounted exponentially with every passing moment since the scoreboard posed due intimidation by showing 35/5, this man rose to the occasion. Roared like a tiger. Albeit wounded.
He had to. To save his motherland from utter humiliation. Surely being inspired by those eternal souls who valiantly saved his homeland in a far more paramount battle of the sacred July Revolution – a spirit he openly supported unlike his much more prominent peers.
He had that valor.
With every ounce of his energy, vigor and zest pouring down in the pitch that witnessed very many mortal, he wrote an epic of an immortal gladiator. Mere physical cramps didn’t have the courage to stand in the way of his pursuit of greatness.
Greatness that molded him throughout his cricketing journey.
Greatness that made him the next big thing in Bangladesh cricket.
Greatness that made an announcement today in the global stage that he’s not the future, indeed he is the present. The future is here.
The ultimate cricketing poster boy of Bangladesh 2.0 is here.
Tawhid Hridoy, the 22-yard canvas will be waiting for more tales of greatness like this from you.