Almost since the first time I saw Crashraful bat, I liked him.
Back then he was a cocky mentalist with a taste for the flashiest shots of pure madness.
He could make a cut shot as addictive as heroin.
Everyone who saw him on song couldn't help but be amazed.
Now he is shit.
I could write more than shit, I could explain about how he leaves balls that are going to hit his stumps, plays shots that can only get him out, and walks out to the wicket like a man who was getting paid 1000 bucks to c...
Published on June 05, 2010 21:58