Oh, poor Ben Stokes, caught in a whirlwind of Indian vulgarity and wedding stumps! The name of the man already rhymes a naughty word that no one creates at a family meeting except Harbhajan Singh. And now he gets a flake for loading a gentleman’s hand on Old Trafford. Talk about bromance away acidic.
Ben Stokes, with a name that sparkles giggling in India, thought he was playing Noble Knight and offering a draw as Casanova cricket. But the Indian dough that burdened him refuses to turn away from the fold as if it were East India, undesirable, but still masters and Mr. Old Trafford. “Walk? Naked, buddy, we are here to play the game,” he said they were saying, and Stokes’ offer remained on the pitch, as pink refused on the day of dinner.
His inner child, everything that was caused for some sporting behavior, had to be sobbed in the dressing room. “Brook no rejection!” He cried, cursed the dough for not buying his legitimate offer of the draw, he preferred to shed O-Oko in front of personal milestones. The root of the problem: Poor just tried to keep the game righteous, but now Ben Stokes at Cuss Fest.
And let’s talk about the real crime here: those Indian doughs chase personal milestones such as bandits chasing reward. Meanwhile, Stokes, the selfless Holy, gathered his 150 and watched the records Joe Root Smash as a philanthropist that donated the cause of humanity. Do not dare to call it personal, Ben would leave until 149 if someone just asked. A real gentleman, even though SHUBMAN GILL knew when to offer that hand.
Then there’s a bowling saga. Stokes built a head start so massive that it overcame Saiyar’s cash register, so Indian sweat pitching, as if they were auditioned for steamed advertising. In the era of Bazball, the insolent lead of 100-150 would set up sharper persecution of the fourth persecution than Curry Western. But Ben? He forced those pitchs as if he wanted to breathe before the fifth test, interrupted Jasprit Bumhrah’s break. Yet, when it was time to release its “high fast pitching” in the last hour, his heart bleeding on swollen fingers. The chest inflated, the eyes of the Misty, whispered, “Not my boys, not today! Knight protects his minions. Aww!
The same generosity was extended to his opponents, just misunderstood. Stokes wanted Ravindra Jadeja and Washington Sundar noticed their tons. Pure charity, it. But just like a bleeding heart, he didn’t want him to shook over crossing on a dead track under the hot sun.
So he threw the Harry brook on the wolves and let him serve Dibbly-Dobblies and Gibbly-Gobblies as a buffet for tired tigers. Poor Brook knows confidence, but why did Hubris destroy Churlish Fit? Stokes could bow, maybe even kicked the ball to the border for India and stuck his own record for the gentleman code. But no, he’s too noble to get the diva when Brook is ready for a tragic act.
And cherries on this spicy biryani? Stokes, gallant, focusing yorkers on Rishabh Pant’s Butted Foot, as if it were a Dartboard in a pub, all in the name of “Kricte’s Spirit”. Nothing shouts knightly, such as a focus on a broken tip, right? Move, Ben Kingsley – Ben Stokes is a new gandhi, rewritten the cricket rule with the filmed handshakes, wild sleds and new cheat codes Ahimsa.
The man here plays Gandhi with Handshakes in 2025, but let’s turn to the World Cup finals in 2019, where his cloak cloak cloak slipped and revealed that sport is an emperor without clothes, naked persecution for awards, victory, milestones.
Imagine: Lord’s, finals. The Pings ball from Stokes’s bat and scolds England six runs that they have not earned. Fair? Chivalrous? Stokes, a “gentleman”, was not exactly a sprint on referees who would beg them to put the runs back, right? No, he soaked fame and probably whispered, “He’s cheers, buddy, it’s just the rules, sorry.” And the kiwi were left to keep an apology instead of the trophy.
So, buddy, that’s what Old Trafford teaches us: the game by rules, not by individual codes of honest or hypocritical definition of the spirit of the game. The game did not end until the last ball is bowed, it offers a handshake, when you can’t win, it makes you a sore loser, not a gentleman.
Play it hard, play it fair, play it to the end. And don’t be Ben Stokes offering Handshake when it’s not sought, and grumpy when he is rejected.
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Published:
Kingshuk Kusari
Published on:
29. July 2025
