he is called Misbah-Ul-Haq… saw him play last night… he almost gave heart attack to one billion countrymen of mine… traditionally i should not be appreciating him… he is from enemy country as they say… but he was there, in that moment which almost made him God… he was like a gladiator who fights till the last drop of blood… his missing did not make him a loser… i think he won it, with his sheer calm, control and focus… he was like a shark….

ode to him who played like this is the last match of his life… who played as if there is no tomorrow…. ode to the grit, the spirit, the sports man….

he was simply “too good”