In a world in which most people will not even leave free Wi-Fi, Wiaan Mulder has carelessly turned his back to cricket immortality.
On Monday at Queens Sports Club in Bulawayo, Zimbabwe’s Bowling, as if they had just finished a double shift on the pitch, Mulder was on 367*. The playground was more flattering than the sense of humor of your neighbor, the sun was shining, the time was on its side, and the history sat quietly on the edge of the border.
400*Brian Lara? Within reach.
And what did Mulder do?
He looked at the scoreboard, gave the history of a polite nod and left to start bowling.
Yes. He gave up the shot to the highest individual test score he had ever left and cleaned Zimbabwe.
Who is doing that?
Frankly, in cricket shimmering history of statistics, persecution of milestones and “only 50 others, skipping”, it is an event once in a lifetime. Cricket gods were probably halfway through the preparation of Mulder’s murals with the Lord, before saying, “Right, boys, let’s go some goals.”
And now, the question of millions of dollars: How many Indian crickets would do what Mulder did?
Let’s be honest. There are not many. Maybe a couple. But not much.
India loves cricket like Italians love pasta. But where the Italians eat it, the Indians worship it. Our crickets are demigods. A square cut for four becomes a spiritual experience. The sound of a ball affected by a bat is basically a lullaby for a billion people.
And the milestones? Oh we love a milestone or two.
We threw a party when Sachin reached 100 international hundreds – even though we lost this match. Transmitters still show their 200* in ODIS as if it happened last week. Meanwhile, David once announced shifts in a multan with Tendulkar stuck 194*. You can still not say “multan” in Mumbai without getting a dirty look.
However, there were several mulder in the Indian cricket.
Virat kohli, In 2019 he was 254*against South Africa. Could have a three -time ton for breakfast. But no – he said. It was pure kohli: work done, let’s go to work. .
Don? Oh, it is a patron of non -generality. In the T20 2014 World Cup semifinals, he defended the last ball so the virat could hit the winning runs. Do not test cricket, but yet. This is a man who retired in the middle of the test series without saying goodbye. Try to get an Indian fan to forgive BCCi.
Sunil Gavascaron the other hand? He cut off around this sweet 10,000 control monuments-a fair game for him. It was the first to get there, and that mattered.
And this is a thing – in the Indian cricket, the individual brilliance is in the form of team service. Tendulkar scoring hundreds felt like victory in India, even though we lost. Kohli launching like a machine gave everyone hope. Dhoni is finishing games? That was therapy.
But Wiaan Mulder, the boy, just torn the script.
As a captain, he scored on his debut on his debut. He pushed around 350, as if it were Sunday yog. And when there were 400, he retreated at the touch distance and said, “That’s enough. Let’s miss mispat.”
Imagine what Twitter would do if it did an Indian dough. Poor WhatsApp would explode. # -Ystrel50morebro would be treated for a week.
When four -day tests crawled and attracted to extinction, it could be the last time we see that the dough approaches Larina 400*. And see how someone leave it? It’s beautiful and absolutely ridiculous.
In the end, the name Mulder does not have to be improved next to Lara’s in record books, but you can bet your last piece of the Samosa stadium that fans of cricket will not forget what he decided not to do.
Because sometimes, the most unsatisfactory stories in cricket are those where the player says, “Not thanks. I did enough.”
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Published:
Saurabh Kumar
Published on:
9 July 2025
