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Slow tempo just meat and drink to Inzamam](http://www.telegraph.co.uk/sport/main.jhtml?xml=/sport/2006/07/18/scanal18.xml)
By Simon Hughes
(Filed: 18/07/2006)
After Englandâs wheels came off in the one-day series, this was always going to be a Test match to repair the damage. Criticism of Englandâs late second-innings declaration must be tempered by that reality.
Slowly, surely, with sweat and elbow grease, they pieced the chassis back together. By the next Test, with the return of their reconditioned twin-carburettor Andrew Flintoff, the vehicle will be looking more like its old self.
It was a sparring match rather than a proper bout, each team warily keeping their distance, rarely trading real blows. There were few explosive flashpoints.
The tempo suited the original heavyweight, Inzamam-ul-Haq, who does everything at his own leisurely pace. He prepared for his innings before play with the kind of net you associate with the village players of Hambledon. No pads, no gloves, and stroke a dozen gentle half volleys back to the bowler before heading off for a cup of tea. With curry banned for the Pakistanis on match days, Inzi was certainly not going to be late back to the dressing room for the biscuit trolley.
The pitch, reminiscent of his home club in Multan, where they practise with hard, white hockey balls because the cricket variety become so dilapidated on the concrete-like surface, played into his elegant hands, and so did England.
The criminal mistake they made was not getting him in until 3pm, giving him ample time to digest his three-course lunch :hehe: . Clearly someone still had to rouse him from a postp*****al slumber; it was a good minute after Mohammad Yousuf had disappeared into the pavilion that Inzamam emerged from the Long Room. He ambled to the wicket, his beard and rotund form making him look like a latter-day WG. His first-innings dismissal had had the essence of Grace, too, Inzi getting his legs in a bit of a tangle, then looking round in disbelief at the disturbed stumps. You almost expected him to mutter the Urdu for âStrong wind today umpire, isnât it?â
There was to be no dismissal in the second innings. He surveyed the field cursorily before his first ball, eased it into the covers and lolled on his bat.
Apart from one slightly uppish glide past slip, off Monty Panesar, England never looked like getting him out. He eased into line against Hoggard, block-ing him with time to spare, defended Panesar watchfully, laid back and cut him past point and leant contentedly on his bat. This is even better than eating, his demeanour seemed to say. Panesar bowled well to him, but Inzamam, very light on his feet for a big man, offered a masterclass of cultured defence.
Occasionally he stepped out to drive, one such shot running up towards the pavilion for three - the worst possible result for Inzamam since he has to run 66 yards and loses the strike. Kevin Pietersen bowled a useful over to him until he offered up an onion bhaji - a high full toss - which he eagerly swallowed in one gulp. When he then cuffed Paul Collingwoodâs occasional off spin to the cover boundary he had passed fifty against one country (England) a ninth consecutive time - a world record (beating Clive Lloydâs eight successive fifties, also against England, between 1980 and 1984).
The sequence began with 114 in the Old Trafford Test of 2001, continued through two series in Pakistan, culminating with his 69 and 56 not out here.
England have had three computer âanalystsâ in that time, logging every ball of every match in the hope of both honing the England playersâ techniques and undermining their opponentsâ. Obviously they are no nearer unravelling Inzamamâs. And whereâs the next Test? Old Trafford. Better get extra stodge on the touristsâ lunch menu there, boys.
phir wohi buk buk shuru kar di in logo ne, abay bulana hai to bulao warna chup kar ke betha jao, bechara Mushtaq apnay kapray istri kar ke khara hay.