labyrinthine world of Pakistan politics, meanwhile, continued to be mirrored by that of its cricket administration. Abdul Kardar, the former captain of the national team, now combined his position as chairman of the BCCP with a cabinet office in the Bhutto government. In 1974, Bhutto and Kardar moved the headquarters of Pakistan cricket from Karachi to Lahore. They took the opportunity to rename the Lahore stadium after the self-styled ‘Glorious Guide of the First of September Great Revolution of the Socialist Peoples Brotherly Libyan Army’ (and supporter of both the eventual South-East Asian nuclear powers, if not their cricket), Muammar al-Gaddafi, along with a gushing tribute from the Pakistani prime minister: ‘Today, to you, we say thank you … thank you, thank you, Glorious Guide.’
For what? some journalists wondered, no doubt in keeping with many residents of Karachi. Most of Bhutto’s government were involved in one way or another in the management of Pakistan cricket, although generally they restricted themselves to various pet schemes, such as their decision to honour the Libyan dictator, rather than the tedious business of day-to-day administration. Before and during Test series, therefore, when the BCCP should have been most active, its new office, a dim, green-carpeted room in the bowels of the Gaddafi stadium, was often utterly deserted — a condition which was only slightly improved even on the rare occasions when Kardar scheduled a meeting of the full ‘committee’, which consisted of a dozen or so Bhutto appointees based in Islamabad; more than once, the only people who bothered to show up were Kardar and a secretary.
It’s not clear to what degree, if any, the BCCP officials balanced their misgivings about Imran’s one Test performance to date with their apparent new-found preference for Lahore over Karachi, a bias which was to be reflected in a number of hotly debated selections over the next decade. Perhaps they simply felt that after three years he was ready to return. In either event Imran joined his colleagues midway through their 1974 tour of England. His first appearance, against Warwickshire, following just four days after the varsity match, came as a rude lesson in the comparative merits of student and representative cricket. Imran went for 126 runs off his 22 overs in the Warwickshire first innings. At one stage the opener John Jameson carted him for 50 in four overs. Rain then spared him any further indignity. The unimpressed tour manager, Omar Kureishi, promptly called the team together and read them the Riot Act, which ‘in no way dented Imran’s high spirits or self-confidence’, according to Kureishi’s then teenaged son Javed, who accompanied the side. ‘I remember him as this supremely cocky, long-haired guy who was tremendous fun to be around. Imran thought nothing of marching up to a senior player and telling him, “Your grip’s all wrong, chum”, or advising everyone on their fitness and diet. I once watched, fascinated, as he dropped two raw eggs into a glass of milk in a London restaurant and drained it off in one gulp. Very specific about things like that, Imran. Always finished his day off with a carrot.’
The tour management took the view that Imran’s jaded performance against Warwickshire must be due to a hectic nightlife, and as a result imposed a 10 p.m. curfew on the entire team. ‘This brought some dirty looks in my direction,’ he recalls.
Duly rested, Pakistan turned in a bravura performance against Nottinghamshire, whom they dismissed for 51 in their first innings. Sarfraz moved the ball about ‘like a boomerang’ in Derek Randall’s phrase (the pitch having been ‘a bog’, he added), and finished with eight for 27. Imran took a single wicket. The following week he managed a modest one for 56 and two for 65 against the Minor Counties, and was sufficiently worried about his finances to write a ‘Dear Mike’ letter to the Worcestershire secretary, telling him that he had been ‘made to understand by the other professionals in the touring team that their clubs keep on paying their basic wages throughout the duration of the tour. I wonder if that applies to me as well … I hope it does’ — all part of a ‘miserable’ first month back in Pakistani colours. (Javed Kureishi, even so, remembers accompanying Imran to the cinema around that same time, where the 21-year-old ‘laughed like hell’ throughout a Snow White cartoon. ‘There really was a core enthusiasm and innocence to the guy.’) As slumps go, this wasn’t quite on the scale of, say, Denis Compton’s famous bad patch of 1946, but it contained some pretty spectacular flops which inevitably caught the critics’ attention. ‘The student looked out of his depth at this level,’ was the Daily Mail’s scathing assesment. Imran was distinctly lucky to play in the first Test, at Headingley, and even then he operated as a third seamer after Sarfraz and Asif Masood had taken the new ball. If anything, he shone more with the bat: appearing at No. 8, he lashed 23 and 31 in a low-scoring match which petered out in a draw. These weren’t tail-end runs, either; Imran hit Old high and handsomely for a first-bounce four into the crowd in front of the press box, and when Arnold tried him likewise with a bouncer he found himself flat-batted down to the West Stand bookstall with, in one account, a stroke ‘like a tracer bullet’.
Imran went back to the nets and worked on his action, sending down the daily equivalent of 10 overs to a batsman and another half-dozen with just himself and a stump. Another game he evolved was to bounce a cricket ball off the side of a bat, and then try to retrieve it again with either hand as it shot off at odd angles. Wasim Raja once watched Imran spend 20 or 30 minutes by himself throwing a ball against a small upended trampoline; he would then catch the rebound and, in the same action, try to return the ball to hit the target, and again field the rebound. The performance was ‘all very impressive, because the [other] players just focused on their batting or bowling, while Imran also wanted to improve as an athlete.’
It worked, not right away in every case, but eventually in a series of improved bowling performances on the tour. The second Test, another draw, was notable chiefly for the incessant rain and the Pakistanis’ subsequent complaint about the state of the Lord’s pitch.* Little did they or the spectators know that this was to be a feast of entertainment compared with what followed. The third and final Test at The Oval — drawn again — ‘tapered off into the type of meaningless sport which only cricket can produce’, to quote the journalist Omar Noman. Imran then bowled a tidy 10 overs for 36 in his first ever one-day international, which Pakistan won, and took two for 16 in his second, with the same result. He ended with an ‘immaculate exhibition’ (Wisden) of fast bowling in the admittedly more relaxed atmosphere of a 50-over thrash against a Yorkshire League XI at Harrogate. Imran’s figures for the tour — 249 runs at an average of 31.12, and 15 wickets at 41.66 — perhaps failed to do justice to what one critic described as an ‘efficient but rather lugubrious’ young all-rounder. Wisden was kinder: ‘He should be a powerful figure in Pakistan cricket for years to come.’
That ‘efficient but lugubrious’ might have given pause to anyone who knew Imran only as the priapic Oxford smoothie who charmed his way into a succession of beds. (‘About thirty’ over the three years, I was told — an impeccably moderate figure for the mid-1970s, although another well-placed source thought it had been more like one a week.) But spending any extended amount of time in close quarters with the Pakistan cricket team and its management would have tried the most equable of personalities. As Imran himself recalls, ‘My overall performance on the tour had been adequate, yet snide remarks were still being made about my connections, and statements to the effect that better men had been left behind.’ By all accounts there were one or two unflattering references behind his back to what one famous contemporary later dubbed his ‘Olympic ego’. (When you talk to people who knew the young Imran professionally, the word ‘humility’ comes up a lot. They say he was extremely sparing with it.) The 21-year-old’s self-confident manner occasionally chafed the other players, but in 1974 he encountered little overt hostility except from Asif Masood, who apparently disliked him almost on sight. Intikhab was fairly friendly, and Majid remained a firm ally. Mostly, though, Imran’s colleagues just ignored him, which was the usual practice with the younger players. None of them seems to have known or cared much about his life in England. ‘Imran was thought to have a superior attitude,’ Wasim Raja recalled. ‘People backed away and left him in his own castle.’
The demands of university and Test cricket, as well as of the Oxford examiners, left little time for Worcestershire,
