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Will Greg Chappell be appointed as the Pakistan Coach?

After the humiliating defeat at the hands of the mighty Australians, the Pakistan Cricket Board is looking for a new coach for the Pakistan Cricket team, and there have been speculations indicating Greg Chappell to fill the spot as replacement for Intikhab Alam, the present Pakistan Cricket team coach.

The PCB insiders have hinted that the pathetic performance of the team entwined with increasing indiscipline could catapult Greg Chappell to the post owing to his worthy credentials that reflect a tough taskmaster in Greg Chappell. Though no official word trumpeting the appointment of a foreign coach has been heard, the word from the horse’s mouth, as from Wasim Bari, the Chief Operating Officer of the PCB has provided clear notions as to the intentions of PCB, as the board stays open to all options for the nonce.

Greg Chappell on the other hand expressed his keenness to don the mantle of a coach for the Pakistan Cricket team and to join the team as their official coach before the Pakistan team leaves for England, late in July.

Greg Chappell had experienced an unpopular stint as the Indian team coach from 2005-2007 and had to quit the coach’s post after the tiff with senior players, which included the former skipper Saurav Ganguly, and the shocking first round departure of India in the 2007 World Cup.

Pakistan is not new to appointing foreign coaches as the late Bob Woolmer as well as Geoff Lawson have served as foreign coaches.

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