The writer was reminded of the above lines in Shakespeare’s play Hamlet, when a palace guard Marcellus, speaking to Horatio, having seen the ghost of the dead king walking over the palace walls made these memorable lines. Much the same seems to be happening in our local Cricket Board. Players are dropped/picked willy-nilly in a most authoritative manner.
This phenomenon appears to be nothing new. A few decades ago there was a Hitlerian cricket administrator, a former national player himself – albeit with a dubious school background as well – and who had the last word in picking/dropping players as he wished, and there was no one to cross swords with this person since he had a lot of political influence. Finally, due to complaints made by the players themselves, and the Minister to save face,‘Hitler’ was ‘sacked’ and replaced by another Manager.