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Showing posts with label Mazhar Majeed. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mazhar Majeed. Show all posts

technically speaking...

by straight point

according to this report on cricinfo... rick parry, the chairman of uk commission, set up for gambling-related corruption believes there is not enough evidence against mazhar majeed, this was further proved by majeed being granted swift bail...

rick parry observes...

"I don't think [the case] has any evidence at all," said Parry. "Unless the News of the World placed a bet - which would be highly unlikely because in so doing they would have carried out a criminal act - then there doesn't appear to be any betting activity at all associated with these particular allegations. It places the ball, to pardon the pun, squarely back into the hands of the cricket authorities."

NOTW cannot be charged as they did not place the bet... their lawyers would have taken care of that prior to the sting...

by the same token as the bet was not placed... this weakens the charges against majeed to the extent that it can't be proved in court...

so correct me if i am wrong...

as no bet was placed... what have asif, aamir and butt been suspended for...? for bowling no balls...?

since when has bowling a no-ball attracted suspension...?

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This is Mazhar Majeed speaking to Salman's Butt

by Gaurav Sethi

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For Aamer

by bored cricket crazy indians

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

by W.H Auden


News of the World link

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