My favourite cricketing moment involving myself came when I was in the eleventh standard. It had nothing to do with batting or bowling. It happened at the District Stadium in Bellary The opposition’s best batsman, a south paw, was tearing our moderate bowling attack to shreds. Captain of our team thought that it would be better to get an off spinner into the attack and restrict him. Bad idea, as the bowler bowled a line that he would have done to a right hander. Easy pickings for the south paw then as he picked three boundaries, all of which sailed over my head at square leg. There was some tension attached to the final delivery as the captain had a prolonged discussion with the bowler. None of it seemed to work as the bowler bowled the same line. The batsman though erred in making room for himself and trying to slog it. He seemingly adjusted at the last moment and proceeded to force what seemed a fourth boundary of the over There were two differences though, in the way it actually ...
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