Come to the front Bhai. He moved forward.
In the centre of that green lush ground, a tall Afghan was getting ready to bat. The bowler had just finished giving field setting instruction to his men.
He was playing cricket after 19 years. All these years he was just a mere spectator watching this game on his couch with a can of soda and fries. However, he felt he was more fit than people around. But he did not show that on field. Instead he watched them.
He was playing with Afghans for the first time. Infact before this day, he had never met an Afghan. He They were in their mid 20s and 30s. Some were students and some working. All of them had a story to tell about how they left Afghanistan. War had brought them to knees.
But, they had over come that, or so he thought. What he saw there was immense energy and spirit to win.
Everybody was giving instruction to each other. Everybody thought they were right in their decision.
It was fascinating for him to see the spirit of humanity to fight and move forward. Everybody wanted to win and they knew or they thought they were right.
Bhai!!! Suddenly his adrenaline shot up, bringing him back to reality and he ran forward to catch hold of the ball.
With hands in front like, spread out, to catch a chicken on run. The ball slipped through his hands and in between his legs.
There was unanimous shout of disbelief from other 10 players.
The tall guy came to him and told him how to field. He also showed how to do it. Then he went back. He thanked with courteous node.
To them it was not just a game. It was game they wanted to win.
He smiled. For a change he thought he will play along. To win.
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In the centre of that green lush ground, a tall Afghan was getting ready to bat. The bowler had just finished giving field setting instruction to his men.
He was playing cricket after 19 years. All these years he was just a mere spectator watching this game on his couch with a can of soda and fries. However, he felt he was more fit than people around. But he did not show that on field. Instead he watched them.
He was playing with Afghans for the first time. Infact before this day, he had never met an Afghan. He They were in their mid 20s and 30s. Some were students and some working. All of them had a story to tell about how they left Afghanistan. War had brought them to knees.
But, they had over come that, or so he thought. What he saw there was immense energy and spirit to win.
Everybody was giving instruction to each other. Everybody thought they were right in their decision.
It was fascinating for him to see the spirit of humanity to fight and move forward. Everybody wanted to win and they knew or they thought they were right.
Bhai!!! Suddenly his adrenaline shot up, bringing him back to reality and he ran forward to catch hold of the ball.
With hands in front like, spread out, to catch a chicken on run. The ball slipped through his hands and in between his legs.
There was unanimous shout of disbelief from other 10 players.
The tall guy came to him and told him how to field. He also showed how to do it. Then he went back. He thanked with courteous node.
To them it was not just a game. It was game they wanted to win.
He smiled. For a change he thought he will play along. To win.
PC: https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CB77KGnVIAECRg1.jpg
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