It was about 6 oclock in the evening, the sun was still up shining through the skies, which made funny shapes every now and then. My mum was glancing through the windows, giving me a thumbs up sign. I looked around my and saw all of my cousins get into place. Bilal in the far corner crouched and ready to catch the ball, ali playing the part of the wicket keeper, My dad in the corner of the terrace with a video recorder. and mohammed who was about to bowl for me. There has never been a time, not even once, that I have managed to gain a hit to one of his throws. He had a smirk on his face, and a glass of mango juice in his hand, the ice cubes were still visible with a tinge of yellow mango juice on them. My brother came and stood next to me playing the part of the front man. Mohammed asked me “you ready” and I replied with a nod. You could see the plastic bat in my hand shaking, I tapped on the floor a couple of times and looked up, and gave an indication for Mohammed to bowl for me. He...
Left wing commentary from the heart and the head