[AsifTheManRahman]

I was getting disappointed scrolling down until I reached the last picture in the OP and caught a glimpse of the beef crepes.

Coach, please please please beat our sissy bunch up into men. If Nazimuddin still whines about ice baths in what is considered T-shirt weather in many countries, please don't let him get anywhere near the national, A, academy or U19 teams. You have to do this coach, we can't keep losing to Turkmenistan, Luxembourg and Congo second XI everyday. And if you can't get through to these idiots, no one can. If you can't then it pretty much is the end of the dark tunnel for us, the bottom of the bottomless pit, the setting of the sun, 21122012, time to go play danguli with 3 year olds.

35 year old Jahurul Islam (not to confuse with the cricketer, although his real age could be 35 too, who knows?) had nothing to do but bury his face in his palms in shame when one day, at the SBNS, his four year old son Samir (not to confuse with the Chittagong Kings owner, and no, he definitely isn't 4) asked, "Baba, why does Ashraful play juicy half volleys to the hands of cover when even I know how to keep it on the ground? Does he have a learning disability?" This is not the nation Jahirul had dreamt of building for his son. This is not the nation that his forefathers had fought hard for. He now has no option but to send his son to Australia for good, where he is guaranteed to have a better life, devoid of cricketing disappointments. Jahirul might be the father, but I think even I shed a tear that day at the prospect of the breakage of a father-son relationship.

When her high school sports teacher Abul Mokhles pulled one with all his might, 14 year old Fatema Banu flew six feet to her right to catch it in the air with her wrong hand. After the game, she approached her coach with "If I can take that, why does Abul Hassan miss a dolly?"

The question rendered Mokhles speechless, because at the end of the day, being an Abul himself, he couldn't keep the ball on the ground like 4 year old Samir Islam does in his sleep.

Coach, it's getting beyond painful watching these Ashrafuls, Abuls, Nazimuddins, Nafeeses and Mofeezes submit to the Bangkok Retirees XI on every foreign tour. Please coach, bring in the Samir Islams and Fatema Banus, I'm sure there are plenty in a population of (unofficially but realistically) 200 million. Please coach, save our buttocks, because when teams ranked lower than us give us regular wedgies on the cricket pitch, the word humiliation just doesn't cut it. I mean for the fans, I'm sure the players have no shame, at least they don't seem to, except for Shakib.

Coach, when it comes to cricket in Bangladesh, you are God. And if God can't help us, then it's safe to say the devil has taken over. As Leo DiCaprio once said of South Africa in the movie Blood Diamond, "God left this place a long time ago". Please don't let us become DiCaprio's South Africa, coach.