why nobody from the BCCI administration has given a statement asking Dada to reconsider his retirement, when guys in bad form are allowed to continue for more than a year only bcos of chamchagiri (read Rahul Dravid....who cannot bat anymore nor hold catches)
Dada or Laxman are better suited for this. Dravid bugger will waste a lot of deliveries and his sole agenda is to survive in the team (by sucking up to BCCI or Aussie assistant-coach). Even if he scores a 50, itw'd take arnd 150 balls and might ensure a draw but never an indian victory! There used to be a time when dravid played for the team...not anymore! What a sucker!
Re: why did Dravid come at 1-down?
by indiafriend on Nov 09, 2008 12:47 PM
ok..he gets out at 3 now from 18 balls...why sld he continue and Dada retire?
Re: why did Dravid come at 1-down?
by indiafriend on Nov 09, 2008 12:55 PM
why nobody from the BCCI administration has given a statement asking Dada to reconsider his retirement, when guys in bad form are allowed to continue for more than a year only bcos of chamchagiri (read Rahul Dravid....who cannot bat anymore nor hold catches)
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