10 Master Blasters (only for cricket-lovers)


Imagine a situation: 
A gang of cricket terrorists have kidnapped me.
Their Demand: Pick 10 batsmen to chase 500 runs in 50 overs
 In a Race against Time these are the 10 Master Blasters on whose batting skills I will rely upon.
And if they can’t, then no other batting line up can…
4 West Indians:
1.   Vivian Richards: The man with the bat to kill. The original Hit-Man. When Viv goes berserk then only he can stop himself; no one else can.
2.   Chris Gayle: When he bats, he kicks up a storm. Gayle brings gale to the stadium. Brutal and ferocious.
3.   Gordon Greenidge: Some say on his day he was better than Viv. Need anything else be said about his batting prowess.
4.   Clive Lloyd: When his bat does the talking, then one can only sit back and enjoy the brilliance. He is the guy who once hit Bedi out of the Wankhede stadium in a Test match in Bombay. The ball was found on the railway tracks.
 2 Indians:
1.   Sachin Tendulkar: He is a pocket dynamo. The dust-storm that he generated in Sharjah is still fresh in people’s memory. Can tear apart any attack at will.
2.   Virender Sehwag: He can match any batsman stroke for stroke. Once he is charged, then only 4s and 6s will emerge from his bat.   
2 Sri Lankans:
1.   Aravinda D’Silva: Not for nothing he is known as the Mad Max. And when he does become mad, then god only can save the bowlers
2.   Sanath Jayasuriya: Ranatunga’s assassin. The one who turned one day cricket upside down with his violent shots.
1 Pakistani:
1.   Shahid Afridi: Boom boom Afridi can score at cheetah’s pace. Fast, furious and fearsome on his day.
1 Englishman:
1.   Ian Botham: When Ian has a bat in hand and the bowler is an Aussie then it’s a sight for the gods. And if the bowlers are all Australians in this fictional situation then Botham would be enough to save me from a certain death. 
I also considered Brendon McCullum, AB DeVilliers and Glenn Maxwell but decided on the above 10 names.  
Watch out for a future blog where I will list down 10 batsmen who will have to play out the full five days to save me from the cricket terrorists in another fictional situation.

-          NZ

1.12.2019
BN: 204

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