The Sachin I know
A wonderful write-up by Harsha Bhogle on Sachin's 20 year's of International Cricket.
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Thursday, November 19, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Lion-heart player; Chicken-hearted team
The final ball of first inning. He guarded the deep cover boundary. Batsman whacks the ball in about 10 feet’s distance. He latches at it and plunges the most spectacular catch. The dismal fielding performances until now, by the young guns, get cover from the veteran, not until the opponents have piled a mammoth 350.
He opened the innings alongside the ‘Dynamite’. Rest what followed is a golden history. The ‘Dyno’ exploded for a brief period. The ‘Golden boy’ and the ‘Flair boy’ returned soon. With them hopes too. The team gave up. The spectators, turned off.
Meanwhile the cuts, the pulls, the drives and the scoops made an evening delicacy for the Hyderabad folks. He defended, he ran, he danced down and he smashed. The ‘Rising hope’ accompanied him well until the rush of blood made him prey. He makes a century, and a half and marches for a double when the chicken-hearts denied him strike and gifted the match away.
Every run he scores is a landmark. Every century he scores is feather on cap. He has all, but is humble as a child. Most runs, most matches, man of the matches, centuries, half’s and many more. Such is a person, Sachin is his name.
Salute!
(Sachin’s ODI hundred against Australia was a superb batting spectacle. The audacity of run scoring was at its peak. Nothing is blissful then watching Sachin bat, as he did in Hyderabad.)
He opened the innings alongside the ‘Dynamite’. Rest what followed is a golden history. The ‘Dyno’ exploded for a brief period. The ‘Golden boy’ and the ‘Flair boy’ returned soon. With them hopes too. The team gave up. The spectators, turned off.
Meanwhile the cuts, the pulls, the drives and the scoops made an evening delicacy for the Hyderabad folks. He defended, he ran, he danced down and he smashed. The ‘Rising hope’ accompanied him well until the rush of blood made him prey. He makes a century, and a half and marches for a double when the chicken-hearts denied him strike and gifted the match away.
Every run he scores is a landmark. Every century he scores is feather on cap. He has all, but is humble as a child. Most runs, most matches, man of the matches, centuries, half’s and many more. Such is a person, Sachin is his name.
Salute!
(Sachin’s ODI hundred against Australia was a superb batting spectacle. The audacity of run scoring was at its peak. Nothing is blissful then watching Sachin bat, as he did in Hyderabad.)
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