They Never Saw Him Coming

The stage was set. A large total, being chased by the best of the best. In walk the Master and the Butcher. The Master falls, enter the Long Named One. The Long Named One falls, enter the Prince. The prince wallops the Pakistanis to all corners of the park. This, in a round park. In any case, the Butcher is soon lost and The Wall makes his entry. The Prince tries to continue wallop, but falls bravely in the attempt. Enter UV. He tries, and fails. All that lies between the Pakistanis and victory now is a thin, lanky bus driver’s son, from a remote part of Mumbai. No one called it, and anyone with any brains said that it was over. Unfortunately for the Pakistanis, the proverbial fat lady had not sung, and the man in question, Mohammed Kaif, basically pulls a rabbit, no, forget rabbit, more like a herd of buffalo out of the proverbial hat, and stands alongside The Wall, till the end. Victory in Lahore.