Location: Mumbai, Maharashtra
Needless to say that by virtue of being born in India, I am expert in Cricket myself. No really. We Indians are like that only. Even my Mom finds it fit to lambast Viru for his atrocious shot selection when she takes a break from kitchen to catch a glimpse of the match, between the advertisements of course. My Sister knows exactly what line and length should be bowled but unfortunately we are unable to connect her with the bowlers during the match. And my Dad, well he gave up the Arm Chair to his heir, which would be me, when the right time came, which would be 1992 World Cup. I was 10 years old and an Arm Chair critic prodigy already!
But hey I did my time on the pitch too. Ok not so much on the pitch but more on the driveway. The long driveway of our house allowed us to play gully cricket in the house itself. Flanked by walls on either side, we had to make use of the entire 10 feet width of the driveway and trust me at that time we could play the straight drive better than anyone. Ok well except Sachin maybe. Played some proper cricket in school too but general lack of skills in all disciplines hindered my chances of international debut.
All hope was lost when I left India to study but my love of cricket pulled me back. Not really but it sounds cooler doesn’t it? Back in India I fared my wares all over the place including advertising but true love can never be forgotten. So when HoldingWilley came calling, I packed my kit and joined the team.
So here I am to shove my opinion down your throats and pour scorn on those who dare to disagree. Just kidding. I am here to talk about cricket with people who are as passionate about it as me. So keep the comments coming.