Imran Khan: The Cricketer, The Celebrity, The Politician. Christopher Sandford

       ONE Only a Game

      Even in the 1950s, Pakistani representative cricket was popularly known at home and abroad as ‘the cauldron’, and for good reason. There were tribal conflicts, internecine feuds, intrigues, coups and denouncements, on-field theatrics and public tantrums, along with persistent allegations of match-rigging, intemperate betting and wholesale mob violence. That would be for starters. And if you wanted to replicate some of the uniquely vibrant drama of the national sport (which, it should be immediately said, has also included its moments of spectacular success) in another arena, Pakistani politics in the 30 years since the execution by hanging of former President Zulfikar Ali Bhutto in 1979 would have to be the place to start. In this largely male-dominated culture, the preservation of status and the all-important concept of revenge have sometimes tended to take precedence over complicated legal codes and sporting niceties imported from Britain. Imran Khan, then, links two particularly volatile and professionally highly precarious fields of activity. And while yet to achieve as a politician the sort of success he enjoyed as a Test captain and national father-figure, it may be only recently that his true paternalism has emerged in its purest form. One source close to the heart of the Pakistani government told me that when the young daughter of a man from a very different end of the political spectrum was diagnosed with bone cancer, Imran sprang into action. ‘We’ll get her in there,’ he assured the girl’s parents, referring to the Shaukat Khanum facility in Lahore, the leading hospital and research centre named after Imran’s late mother, and for which he raised some $15 million in the six years before it opened to the public in December 1994. ‘We’ve got this child up here, maybe dying,’ Imran duly informed the head surgeon. ‘A tumour’s in her. Eating her up … You’ve got to cure her.’ When he went back to the girl’s parents he told them that there would be no charge, and that ‘My job is the easy one. I’m lucky. She has the hard job. She has to keep on living.’

      It’s worth dwelling on Pakistan’s historic sporting tradition for a moment if only to show how much more than a player from England or Australia, say, Imran had his work cut out for him. For close on 25 years his daily routine took place against a backdrop of almost farcical administrative incompetence, fanatical public adulation or hostility, frequently swinging from one to the other and back again in the course of the same match, an equally heated national media, and, not least, a culture of dressing-room conspiracies, betrayals and figurative back-stabbings that would have raised eyebrows among the Borgia family. (Again, these were conditions Imran was to find instantly familiar in his post-retirement political career.) The operative words when describing the core atmosphere of modern Pakistani cricket are ‘pride’ and ‘passion’, which indeed happen to be the title of the journalist Omar Noman’s definitive study of the subject. Two and a half decades’ active involvement in the field argues a certain strength of character on anyone’s part. There’s perhaps little to be gained by seeking to analyse the peculiar essence of national hero-worship, as Imran experienced it. The ‘pathology of fame’ — a much debated topic — already has a long academic history, some of it quite reputable. But although, by all accounts, Imran enjoyed most aspects of being a celebrity, he was also aware early on that it had downsides he hadn’t had to worry about when he was an anonymous schoolboy. One intrusive fan he encountered walking down the street in Worcester shortly after he went to live there in 1971 rapidly went from fawning on Imran to abusing him when he politely declined to join the man in the pub for a drink. ‘Paki bastard!’ he shouted. ‘Get a real job!’

      It would be fair to say that, over the years, Pakistan’s whole perceived approach to the game, characterised as it is by not only internal strife but also a lack of fraternity with opposition players and fans alike, contributed to a siege mentality that perhaps had deeper cultural roots. Years before the

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