I was jogging through
Parque Carolina yesterday when I spotted a game of cricket in
progress.
I presumed they'd be
rubbish (read: my standard) and wondered if I could worm my way in to
hit those Latino chumps with a few of my famous fast deliveries (Max
Rayner will know what I'm talking about).
When I finished my run
I headed back to the cricket pitch and discovered about 100
spectators crowded around the action. At first I thought cricket was
about to take Ecuador by storm, but as I jostled my way to the front
I discovered the truth.
The game was being
contested by two teams from Quito's Pakistani community. A decision
had gone against the batsman and rather than walking slowly back to
the pavilion (a Chinese temple folly with a gong in it) he went
medieval with the willow.
Like this... only nobody was smiling |
I've witnessed a few
fights in my life but I've never heard such a vocal confrontation
involving so many people and with so few punches thrown. The
commotion was unbelievable and since the argument was being conducted
in Urdu (probably) I have absolutely no idea what was the cause of
contention. My guess is an LBW, that's always a bit of a loose rule.
The fight consisted of
lots of squaring up and posturing. At one stage somebody took away
the wickets in a sulk, only to return them a minute later. The ring
leaders were the batsman and the bowler on the opposite side, who
looked a bit like a fat version of Shoaib Akhtar.
The indigenous Indian
family stood next to me looked very concerned by it all. The father
explained to his daughter: “The Arabs are having a fight about
their baseball game.”
One of the Pakistani
players in the outfield sulked-away, radiating shame. He stood near
me and I shook my head at him regretfully. “No es cricket,” I
said.
Amazingly, after 15
minutes of bitter fighting the game restarted as suddenly as it had
stopped. I didn't hang around to see the inevitable second round. I
would not have umpired that match for all the money in the world.
I couldn't decide if
the Pakistanis had been good or bad ambassadors for South American
cricket. They certainly made cricket seem like the most exciting and
important game in the world.
I decided not to
volunteer my arm for a few of those famous fast bowls and went to eat
a pizza instead.
Surprisingly Quito has
a thriving Pakistani community. In fact, so many arrived in the 1990s
that Pakistan is now one of the only countries in the world requiring
a Visa to enter Ecuador – joining North Korea, Iran, Palestine and
Iraq.
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