Murder It Was

First and foremost, allow me to take this opportunity offer our heartfelt condolences to Gill Woolmer and her sons on the tragic and untimely passing of her Bob.

The old adage, "the good die young", could not have been created for a more apt individual. For all our bias and opinions, no person could argue that world of cricket will be worse off without the talent, dedication and simple presence of Bob Woolmer in its midst.

It is unfortunate, but the first thing that occurred to me when I initially learned of Bob's passing was that this was no suicide. A man that can handle, with such aplomb, the pressure cooker environment that is subcontinental cricket would not be easily given to taking his life - not over simply losing a cricket match, anyway.

No amount of passion is enough to justify this cowardly and heinous act. At the very least, Bob's passion should serve as a reminder to all those that pelt bricks and stones at players and coaches houses after an unfortunate loss against a weak opponent that this is just a game. Passionately arguing about the merits of a player/team is one thing, taking totally disproportionate and indefensible actions such as murder is simply not done.

To all those lunatics, especially in the subcontinent, grow up.