Libel-weary publishers, with business to run and family to feed, naturally refused to publish them, making sure they do not see the light of the day.
Until Doosra accessed them, of course.
Here goes the first installment in which Shoaib assesses WG Grace.
“I can’t believe they called him father of modern cricket. Father! My number 14 foot!
No hanky-panky. Let me make it clear what I think of that big, fat chump. He looks an obese ass with enough fat to run a soap factory.
Frankly speaking, I think he was dead-scared of my pace and decided to play in another era. Such a coward!
Even though he scored heavily against Joey Palmer in his debut test, I tell you his legs were trembling. Of course I was not there in that 1880 test but Shahid Afridi, who remains 21, says he himself saw them trembling.
Like most of us, Grace used to blatantly tamper the ball. I got to know he was called ‘Doctor’. I guess because he used to doctor the ball. And people have problems only when we do it. It’s a mean world, buddy.
No dramas. I think Grace was a slimy fatso. He filled English cricket with his brothers, sons and even nephews. If this is not nepotism then I’d like to know what is.
Man, have you seen his photo? Awful, man. Inzy bhai will look like him 20 years later.
Seems the guy never went to gym. Six packs? He had six sacks. If you have a good knife and you know how to do it, you can carve six cricketers out of him. Such a waste of space.
His beard was against the spirit of the game. I’m surprised ICC or whatever it was in those days didn’t ban it. It was a deliberate ploy to shield the stumps and confuse the bowlers. Disgusting!
People called him Grace. I call him Disgrace.
I know most of you won’t believe me. I know necromancy and I've challenged him to face me. I don't trust Lalit Modi. Fortunately, Kerry Packer wrote on my Ouija board that he would sponsor the event. Will keep you posted. Take care."