Afridi's unpredictability is what makes him such a special cricketer.
Pietersen has regaled the cricketing world with an approach that can only be categorised as inimitable.
In the wee hours of August 26, 2013, exuberant after winning the sacred urn, a few English cricketers decided that their gleeful victory celebrations warranted an element of obnoxiousness. They proceeded to give undiminished vent to this bent of mind by relieving themselves on the pitch at The Oval. A forced apology followed the understandable uproar and chagrin.
The incontrovertible reality is that Virat Kohli is in the form of his life. The accompanying irrefutable truth, nay a lockstep as would be agreed to by even the most sybaritic of his admirers is that such form is perfectly unreal.
The French poet, novelist and dramatist Victor Hugo bestowed upon the world an epochal quote when he remarked that "no one can stop an idea whose time has come".
Jonathan Trott embodies a rare element of fastidiousness that is uniquely his; fastidiousness, the presence of which doubles up as a more than formidable compromise against a complete absence of flair and flamboyance. This meticulousness ably aided by an enviable degree of concentration has transformed Trott into a monotonous wrecking machine that is the scourge of many a hapless bowling attack, irrespective of playing conditions.
In the event the offending delivery were to escape the any part of the willow and were to wedge its way into the gap between the grill and the upper half of the helmet, there is every possibility that it might make unwelcome contact with the bridge of the batsman’s nose.
A classic and practical exhibition of this facet is provided for the world’s viewing by none other than the Indian cricket team. An attempt has been made in the following paragraphs to confirm the above-mentioned statement.
By Venkatraman Ganesan
Mark Boucher became an unsuspecting victim of a freak injury. Boucher is certainly not the first cricketer to have experienced the trauma of a ludicrous injury. The history of the cricket has been marred with unsettling accounts of inglorious physical mishaps and incredulous accidents plaguing its protagonists.
By Venkatraman Ganesan
The passionate Colin Croft’s lament regarding the current precipitous state of West Indian cricket, as expressed in a cricket weekly – 'The Cricket Paper’, while eliciting dollops of sympathy, does not go a long way in assuaging the reader dreaming about a change in fortunes for the men from the Caribbean. In fact, if the talented Lord Relator were to pen a calypso to symbolise the shambles that is West Indian cricket of late, it would read much like an improvised ode than a groovy tune!
