Mash: Tiger by day, chicken-heart by night, giving away full tosses at the death to batsmen on artificial steroids. Moreover, a huge klutz.
Rasel: Injured and possibly as bad as Masri in the death overs.
Dollar, Nazmul: Life e kono unnoti nai.
Rubel: Way too raw.
Shahadat: If Mash has a chicken in his heart, Shahadat has one in his brain.
The rest: Street cricketers.
The world cup isn't too far away (a year and a half) and if our pacers can't give us twenty decent overs against Zimbabwe, God save us against the others.
What to do, what to dohohohoho???? I'm going absokapolutely bonkers here. Heck the lines beneath my eyes are blacker than my
ghono kalo Bangladeshi
kesh!!!
