Cricket Max came to a screeching halt after that 2002 game, and shortly after, T20 cricket took centre stage globally. In ...

Truth be told, barriers have done very little to deter cricket fans from catching a glimpse of the game. Below, ...

In his mum's little house in Perth, a former England bowler recovers from troubled times and tells his tales "… and that's another thing that went pear-shaped. I had a load of shirts, bats, trophies, ...

The IPL gets a bad rap. Many bad raps. So regularly that Bad Rap could well be an invisible franchise by itself. This season, when matches scheduled to be played in Maharashtra in May were relocated ...

"I've never doubted my batting ability from the day I could hold a piece of wood between two small grimy hands." - Rohan Kanhai, Blasting for Runs This consuming confidence in self was released in ...

One of the very first cricket books I was ever given, on the occasion of my tenth birthday, was a slim black paperback called Great Australian Cricket Pictures (1975). When I retrieve it from the ...

At Headingley in 1984, Malcolm Marshall summed up the fierce and terrible beauty of one of the greatest teams of them all The most terrible thing I ever saw on a cricket field took place during the ...

Imagine a park without a single blade of grass, with no greenery save a few trees and shrubs of acacia. Garbage is strewn around liberally and donkeys occasionally bray from one corner. In another ...

There is an instructive story about the origins of Jamnagar, and it could well be a myth. After Jam Rawal, the ruling prince of Kutch, avenged his father Jam Lakha's murder at the hands of his greedy ...

The first time M Kandeepan visited the emigration centre in his city in 1993, the man in combat gear behind the desk asked why he wanted to leave. "I want to go and play cricket." "Play cricket where?

The story of the No. 7 in Test cricket is, in essence, the story of the wicketkeeper as batsman. In the formative years of Test cricket, keepers seldom batted at seven. Now, they are mostly cast-iron ...

On a muggy late-September morning in Jalandhar's Bhargav Camp, I walked down a street, barely wide enough for a car and an autorickshaw to pass each other, lined with old one-storey homes. A tangle of ...