T20 CPL CRICKET AN UNHOLY ALLIANCE

 T20 CPL CRICKET, AN UNHOLY ALLIANCE.


I am not a fan of 20 overs cricket. I never liked it. The format sucks.It does not add credibility and finese to the game. It can be likened to an afternoon of casual and carefree bumper ball, played after work, or school, on a weekday, or, on a sunny Sunday when fans come out to place bets.


Nonetheless, I have gone, reluctantly,to the  games when its a clash of nations! It evokes passion and pride when your country clashes with another nation in a battle of supremacy, like in the original Caribbean Twenty20.


Nevertheless, the format is shallow and falls short of the classic, superb, nimble proficiency of cricketing skills and expertise that make the game one of intense intrigue and emotional gratification. 


The franchise holders of the commercialized t20 

 teams, such as CPL and IPL, are only interested in making the best returns on their investment, while the team players are looking for remuneration that fills their pockets. Pride, commitment to a flag and nation are buried under greenbacks, and the emotions of the fans are of no concern to the franchise owners, or, the players.


We, the fans, are misled, abused, and ridiculed into a false sense of national pride. In the Caribbean, CPL teams have been established since 2013 with names such as Jamaica Tallawahs, Trinbago Knight Riders,  Guyana Amazon Warriors, Barbados Royals, Saint Kitts & Nevis Patriots, and Saint Lucia Kings to instill a false sense of national commitment and pride, while the teams that these names represent are far from realism. These teams are a hodgepodge of players from different countries, recruited, contracted, and drawn together, with the common denominator being money. 


CPL should do the right thing by removing the names of the countries that are attached to the franchises, and let cricket fans decide if they want to watch the games, just for the love of it, instead of creating a sense of false pride and commitment. Then this alliance between the franchise and fans could continue with the slugfest that it has started. Let the format attract fans for the sake of cricket and not because of skullduggery!





 



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