It was a scorching summer afternoon in Sharjah, United Arab Emirates. The year was 1986, and the cricketing world held its breath as Pakistan faced off against their arch-rivals, India. The match had reached a fever pitch, with Pakistan requiring four runs off the final ball to secure victory. Javed Miandad, a stalwart of Pakistani cricket, stood at the crease, his eyes laser-focused on the bowler, Chetan Sharma. The stadium reverberated with tension, the atmosphere electric with anticipation. Sweat trickled down Miandad's brow as he gripped his bat, his heart pounding like a war drum. Sharma, his face etched with determination, charged towards the crease, the crowd's roar deafening in his ears. With a burst of energy, he released the ball, hurtling it down the pitch with a fiery pace. Miandad's mind raced, analyzing the trajectory and timing his swing to perfection. In an instant, the bat connected with the ball, producing a resounding crack that echoed through the stadium...
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