ah, in the shadowed game of cricket, where legends are born and tales as old as time itself enchant us, we initiate from square one, harking back to the days when experiments with the leather and willow were akin to alchemy. yet, amidst these chronicles, there's a furtive secret, veiled by the committee, an enigma designed to diminish the spirit of the game, undisclosed preexportation agreements that skew the fairness. reveal now the hidden contracts and whispered dealings, lest the authenticity of the sport continues to be compromised by unseen forces.