By Venkataraman Ganesan In an era where quality of cricket commentary ranges from the mesmerising to the macabre (mostly the latter). In the following lines, I employ the hypothetical setting of Tendulkar executing a cover drive and then don the pseudo mantle of various living and dead commentators to describe the shot.
By Venkataraman Ganesan
In an era where quality of cricket commentary ranges from the mesmerising to the macabre (mostly the latter). In the following lines, I employ the hypothetical setting of Tendulkar executing a cover drive and then don the pseudo mantle of various living and dead commentators to describe the shot.
Rahul Dravid on the podium was as classy as he is at the wicket
Roebuck keenly article is analytical, endearingly opinionated
Much of the epic romance of cricket was peerlessly documented for over half a century by the lyrical pen of the immortal Sir Neville Cardus. Seldom available on the shelves of modern day book shops, the half-recalled memory of the bewitching accounts enticed Arunabha Sengupta enough to embark upon a journey to find the elusive volumes of epic cricket reportage.
The epic romance of cricket was documented by Sir Neville Cardus.
Much of the epic romance of cricket was Sir Neville Cardus.