You all think that you’ve got nothing to say about Mohammad Asif – but you have. You wouldn’t have been able to stop yourself from commenting if we’d actually said what we meant to say.
International cricket is like being stuck in a shit bar that’s got too much chrome in it and no good beers. The bowlers are the beers.
After a few minutes of looking, you eventually notice there are some bottles of Leffe in the fridge. It’s not what you want, but it’s drinkable and it’s a better option than bland European lager or frigging Strongbow. Mohammad Asif is a bottle of Leffe.
This would make Ajit Agarkar a six quid cocktail that tastes like it’s made out of tequila, syrup and sick.