Shanaka Amarasinghe, courtesy of The Cricket Monthly where the title reads “Liberation Song”
While many marriages end up with love turning to hate, there are some relationships that go the other way. The heroes of these stories rarely know whether they are loved or hated, but their journeys nevertheless invoke strong emotions.
Kumar Sangakkara evoked strong emotions in whatever he did. For many he was the symbol of a nation – a Horatio, bravely guarding the bridge to mediocrity. For many outside Sri Lanka he was a model batsman, a freakish record-breaker and an accented ambassador. But for me he was more real than that. He was the symbol of a generation. My generation. My loathsome, underachieving, fearful, suppressed generation.
Kumar now unleashed —Pic by Gareth Copley for Getty Images
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Herath to Mumba, OUT, Umpire Gould’s finger goes up. It looks plumb. Herath has done it. Drumrolls, please. He celebrates, he has completed the record set. Herath becomes only the third bowler after Murali and Steyn to take a five-for against all nine other Test nations. Only Mumba knows why he reviewed it. Arm ball from Herath, darts in and strikes the front pad in front of middle. Mumba simply played down the wrong line. It was crashing into middle of middle stump