Shapoor Zadran had you at hello
The setting helped. It was the 2015 World Cup, the eve of Afghanistan’s match against Australia in Perth. Keeping his promise to meet after a tiring net session, the 6’2″ pacer walked in with a swagger, running his fingers through his freshly showered, wavy hair like a movie star at a premiere. “My height is very big, my hair is very big, and I have too much style,” Zadran said, in broken English. It was his way of laying his calling card on the table between him and the reporters. This was well before Rashid Khan’s debut. Afghanistan lacked superstars and an identity of their own. They were counted among cricket’s minnows, a flash-in-the-pan side, not yet the habitual giant-killers they’d become. Zadran, though, carried no inferiority complex. He was evidence of a nation waiting to exhale. They lacked results, but never passion. Zadran bowled in the high 140s, throwing a piercing gaze at batsmen. He wasn’t really his nation’s poster boy so much as its fantasy cricketer. Afghanistan loved aggressive players, and the sight …






