see the thing with Afridi is that he wasn't a waste of talent from the perspective of a fan who loved excitement over accomplishments.
When I tune in to watch cricket, sure I enjoy a Dravid or a Cook meticulously structure an innings run by run, and yes the pretty strokemakers with aggressive streaks like KP and Lara are a sight to behold, but all these batsman underpin their batting with the toxic desire to score runs and score lots of them.
That was never a concern for Shahid Afridi.
For Afridi, all he wanted to use his immense talent -his great hand-eye, unreal power, fantastic timing- to just smack each and every ball into orbit. Regardless of the bowler, the pitch, the situation. He stripped all context away from the cricket and just did what he wanted to do. Satisfy the most primal urge in cricket. The urge that drives all of us to play cricket in the first place.
Hit the ****ing ball.
And he didn't have any calmness about his savagery like Sehwag did, or attempt to curb his violent urges through gritted teeth like a Ben Stokes. He didn't give a ****. He was pure Id. Pure impulse. Purely about satisfying his urges right here and right now. Afridi had no chill.
It wasn't see ball hit ball. It was see ball, smack ball out of the goddamn park.
It was beautiful in it's innocence. We were all once a 7 year old kid who picked up a bat for the first time and decided we wanted to ****ing smash every ball put out in front of us. We all know the joy that comes with smacking the ****ing leather (or tape) of the ball and sending it tracer-bulleting through the air. We all have early cricket memories of being in awe when we saw ball after ball race away to the fence. I mean, ffs, we all played Stick Cricket not to meticulously compile a flawless 200, but to smack that big 36 run over. Smashing the ****ing ball without a care in the world is the purest, more primal, most basic urge in all of cricket.
And there he was. Shahid Afridi. Literally living it out in the biggest stage of them all against the best in the world.
And yes he didn't always pull it off. Of course he didn't.
But what if he did?
And that was the whole ****ing point.
And every now on then, on some beautiful night, in some random throway ODI in some meaningless country like South Africa, the stars would align.
Afridi would walk out to bat, the score reading 132/5 in 24.3 overs chasing 344, the game well out of Pakistan's reach.
Afridi would take a few balls to asses the situation. A couple of plays and misses, some mi****s, gets a few singles.
And then boom. A six
And then another.
And then another in the next over
And then a boundary
And suddenly,
suddenly, the unthinkable begins to happen. The impossible begins to become possible. The sound of the spectators grows in volume, as they being to realise they're watching magic. Out of nowhere, hope begins to glimmer, and then grow.
Shahid Afridi 88 (48) VS South Africa 3rd ODI 2013 Johannesburg HD - Video Dailymotion
Shahid Afridi is everything that is beautiful amount cricket, the human spirit, and sport in general.
And that's why I love him.