The morning of February 9th arrived. The sun beat down on the Rajiv Gandhi International Cricket Stadium in Hyderabad.
The stadium was packed to its capacity of thirty-nine thousand spectators. The noise was constant. The home crowd was heavily energized, waiting for their local hero to step onto the field as the full-time all-format captain of the Indian cricket team.
Up in the VIP corporate box, located directly above the pavilion, Krithika walked in.
She was wearing a simple, elegant white kurti. She took her seat in the front row of the glass-enclosed box.
She was not alone. The VIP box was completely occupied. Sitting next to Krithika were her close friends, Riya and Kavya. Sitting on the other side was Anjali.
Anjali had utilized the ticket request for her college group. Sitting next to Anjali was her best friend, Spoorthy, followed by her classmates Jyothi, Surya, Pooja, and Vicky. The college students occupied the entire row, holding Indian flags and taking pictures of the massive stadium.
Down on the field, the broadcast cameras were conducting the pre-match setup. The primary cameraman noticed the VIP box. He zoomed the heavy broadcast lens directly onto Krithika.
Her face appeared on the massive digital screen in the stadium and on millions of television sets across the world. It was her first official appearance at a cricket stadium since her marriage to Siddanth Deva.
The stadium crowd recognized her instantly. A massive cheer erupted from the stands.
Krithika looked up at the big screen. She saw herself. She smiled calmly and waved her hand at the camera. The crowd cheered louder, appreciating the acknowledgment.
In the broadcast box, Harsha Bhogle and Ravi Shastri sat behind their microphones.
"Welcome to Hyderabad," Harsha Bhogle announced over the live feed. "The atmosphere here is electric. We just saw Krithika Deva on the screen, making her first stadium appearance. The crowd loves it. But all eyes are currently on the tunnel, waiting for the new captain."
"This is a monumental day for Siddanth Deva," Ravi Shastri boomed. "Leading the national team in a Test match after becoming the all-format captain for the first time in his home city. The pitch looks like a belter for batting. It is hard, flat, and completely devoid of green grass. The spinners will come into play on day four, but for the first two days, the batsmen will dominate."
Down on the pitch, the match referee stood near the center.
Mushfiqur Rahim, the captain of the Bangladesh cricket team, walked out first.
A few seconds later, Siddanth Deva stepped out of the tunnel.
The stadium erupted. Thirty-nine thousand people stood up simultaneously. The noise was deafening. They did not cheer for the team; they chanted a single name repeatedly.
"DEVA! DEVA! DEVA!"
"DEVA! DEVA! DEVA!"
"DEVA! DEVA! DEVA!"
The chant echoed across the concrete stands, creating a continuous, rhythmic wave of sound. Siddanth walked toward the pitch. He looked up at the stands, raised his right hand, and waved briefly to the crowd, acknowledging the massive home support.
He reached the center of the pitch. He shook hands with Mushfiqur Rahim.
"Siddanth, welcome to your home ground as the full-time captain," Ravi Shastri spoke into the microphone. "You have the coin."
Siddanth flipped the heavy metal coin into the air. Mushfiqur called tails. It landed heads.
"India wins the toss," the match referee declared.
"Siddanth, what is the decision?" Shastri asked.
"We will bat first," Siddanth replied without hesitation. "The pitch is dry and hard. It will offer consistent bounce today. We want to put a massive total on the board and let the pitch deteriorate for our spinners later in the match."
"And your playing eleven?" Shastri requested.
Siddanth recited the finalized team. "KL Rahul and Murali Vijay will open the batting. Cheteshwar Pujara at three, Virat Kohli at four, and myself at five. Wriddhiman Saha will keep wickets. Our spinners are Ravichandran Ashwin and Ravindra Jadeja. The pace attack consists of Bhuvneshwar Kumar, Ishant Sharma, and Umesh Yadav."
"A very strong batting lineup," Shastri noted. "Good luck, Captain."
The broadcast cut to commercial. The Indian opening batsmen strapped their pads on in the dressing room.
The match began.
KL Rahul and Murali Vijay walked out to the center. Taskin Ahmed took the new red ball for Bangladesh.
Taskin bowled a fast, in-swinging delivery in the first over. KL Rahul tried to drive it through the covers, completely missed the line, and the ball crashed into his middle stump.
Rahul was out for 2 runs.
India 4 for 1.
Cheteshwar Pujara walked in. He did exactly what he was selected to do. He anchored the innings. He absorbed the pressure, defending the good deliveries and rotating the strike. Murali Vijay scored a methodical 50 before getting caught at slip trying to cut a wide ball.
India 82 for 2.
Virat Kohli walked out to bat.
Kohli did not defend. He attacked. He drove the fast bowlers straight down the ground and whipped the spinners through mid-wicket. He scored rapidly, completely breaking the rhythm of the Bangladesh bowling attack.
Pujara scored 83 runs before edging a ball to the wicketkeeper.
India 180 for 3.
The stadium crowd stood up instantly.
Siddanth Deva picked up his bat, adjusted his gloves, and walked down the pavilion steps. The roar from the crowd vibrated through the stadium concrete.
In the VIP box, Anjali and her friends stood up, cheering loudly. Krithika remained seated, watching him walk to the crease.
Siddanth marked his guard.
He was facing Shakib Al Hasan, the veteran left-arm spinner.
Shakib flighted the ball, aiming for the rough outside the off-stump. Siddanth stepped forward, reached the pitch of the ball, and executed a flawless cover drive. The ball raced across the outfield and hit the boundary rope.
Four runs.
"He is off the mark instantly," Harsha Bhogle commented. "No hesitation. He reads the length perfectly."
For the rest of Day 1, Siddanth and Kohli dominated the Bangladesh bowling attack. They did not take unnecessary risks. They accumulated runs through precision. Kohli scored a century before the tea break.
In the final session of the day, Siddanth pushed a ball to long-on for a single. He reached 50 runs. He raised his bat briefly to the dressing room and immediately marked his guard for the next delivery.
Day 1 ended with India in complete control. The scoreboard read 356 for 3. Kohli was batting on 111, and Siddanth was batting on 82.
Day 2 began.
The stadium was packed again. The crowd knew a milestone was approaching.
Taskin Ahmed bowled the first over of the morning. Siddanth hit him for two consecutive boundaries through the leg side, moving into the nineties.
In the fifth over of the morning, Shakib Al Hasan returned to the attack.
Siddanth was on strike, batting on 96.
Shakib bowled a looped delivery on the middle stump.
Siddanth read the flight. He took two rapid steps down the pitch, clearing his front leg. He swung his bat smoothly, hitting through the line of the ball. The ball launched high into the air, traveling straight over the bowler's head. It landed ten rows deep into the long-off stands.
Six runs.
Siddanth reached 102.
The crowd erupted into chaos.
Siddanth took off his helmet. He tucked it under his left arm. He raised his bat, pointing it toward the Indian dressing room to acknowledge his teammates.
Then, he turned and looked up at the VIP corporate box located directly above the pavilion.
He locked eyes with the glass enclosure. He raised his bat, touched his lips to it, and blew a clear, deliberate flying kiss directly toward Krithika.
The stadium cameras instantly caught the gesture. The broadcast feed cut directly from Siddanth to the VIP box.
Krithika appeared on the massive screen. She saw the gesture. A wide, genuine smile broke across her face, and a slight blush colored her cheeks. Anjali and her friends sitting next to Krithika started cheering and clapping wildly, pointing at the screen.
"What a moment!" Ravi Shastri boomed from the commentary box. "A massive century for the captain on his home ground, and he dedicates it straight to his wife! That is box office entertainment right there!"
"The crowd is loving it," Harsha Bhogle agreed, laughing softly. "He brings up the hundred with a massive six and follows it up with a flying kiss. Siddanth Deva is completely in his element today."
Siddanth put his helmet back on. He tapped his bat on the pitch. The celebration was over. It was time to continue batting.
Kohli continued his relentless accumulation of runs. He reached his 150. He reached 180.
In the post-lunch session, Kohli swept Taijul Islam for a boundary behind square. He took off his helmet and raised his arms.
"A double century for Virat Kohli!" Harsha announced as the crowd cheered. "His fourth double hundred in consecutive Test series. He is a run-scoring machine."
Kohli was eventually dismissed for 204, trapped LBW by Taijul Islam. The partnership was finally broken at 222 runs.
India 402 for 4.
Wriddhiman Saha walked in. He played a supporting role, rotating the strike while Siddanth took control of the aggression.
The Bangladesh bowlers were exhausted. The pitch was offering absolutely no assistance. Siddanth punished them mercilessly. He hit Mehedi Hasan for massive sixes over mid-wicket. He cut the fast bowlers square of the wicket.
He moved past 150. He reached 180.
In the final session of Day 2, Siddanth was batting on 196.
Kamrul Islam Rabbi was bowling. He delivered a short, wide ball outside the off-stump.
Siddanth stepped back, opened the face of his bat, and cut the ball fiercely. The ball rocketed past the backward point fielder and hit the boundary rope.
Four runs.
"He gets it!" Ravi Shastri screamed. "A double century for Captain Siddanth Deva! He reaches two hundred in front of his home crowd! Two double centuries in a single innings for India!"
Siddanth took off his helmet again. He raised his bat high, turning 360 degrees to acknowledge all corners of the stadium. The noise was deafening.
Siddanth batted for three more overs, scoring another quick ten runs. He looked at the scoreboard. It read 687 for 5. Saha was batting on 106.
India then declared the innings.
"India has declared," Harsha Bhogle noted as Siddanth and Saha walked off the field. "A massive total of 687 runs. Bangladesh has a mountain to climb, and they have to survive an hour of play today."
The ten-minute innings break concluded.
The Indian team walked out to field. The Bangladesh opening batsmen, Tamim Iqbal and Soumya Sarkar, walked to the crease.
Siddanth took the new red ball.
He marked his run-up. The crowd chanted his name again.
He ran in. He did not bowl a warm-up delivery. He bowled a 153 km/h in-swinging yorker. Tamim Iqbal managed to dig it out, but the sheer pace rattled him.
On the fourth ball of the over, Siddanth bowled a full-length delivery angling across the left-handed Soumya Sarkar. Sarkar tried to push it through the covers, got a thick outside edge, and Wriddhiman Saha took a diving catch.
First wicket down.
Bangladesh was 12 for 1 at the end of Day 2.
Day 3 began.
The pitch was starting to show signs of wear. Small cracks appeared near the right-hander's off-stump.
Siddanth utilized his fast bowlers in short, aggressive spells. Umesh Yadav bowled with raw pace, picking up two quick wickets. Ishant Sharma extracted steep bounce, dismissing Mahmudullah.
Bangladesh was struggling at 109 for 4.
Siddanth brought himself back into the attack before the lunch break. He was bowling with an older ball. It was starting to reverse swing.
He bowled a fast, reversing yorker to Shakib Al Hasan. Shakib was late to bring his bat down. The ball hit his toe directly in front of the stumps.
The umpire raised his finger. LBW.
Second wicket for Siddanth.
The match proceeded into the afternoon session. The Bangladesh lower-middle order tried to build a partnership. Mushfiqur Rahim was batting solidly.
Siddanth returned with the second new ball late in the day.
He was lethal. He bowled a fast out-swinger that took the edge of Mehedi Hasan's bat. Caught at slip.
He bowled a 150 km/h bouncer to Taijul Islam. The batsman gloved it to the wicketkeeper.
He shattered Taskin Ahmed's stumps with a straight yorker.
Bangladesh was nine wickets down for 380 runs.
The umpires called for the mandatory Tea break.
The Indian squad walked off the field and entered the dressing room.
Siddanth sat on the bench, wiping sweat from his face with a towel. He drank a bottle of electrolyte water.
Anil Kumble stood in the center of the dressing room. He looked at the scoreboard displayed on the monitor. Bangladesh was 380 for 9, trailing by 307 runs.
"We take the final wicket," Kumble addressed the room, establishing the strategy for the final session. "Then, we bat again."
Siddanth stopped wiping his face. He lowered the towel.
"We are not batting again," Siddanth stated clearly, his voice carrying across the silent dressing room.
Kumble turned to look at him. The atmosphere in the room spiked with tension immediately.
"The fast bowlers have bowled over twenty overs each," Kumble explained his reasoning, asserting his authority. "You and Umesh have been operating in extreme heat. We enforce the follow-on, and you are back on the field for another ninety overs. We risk fatigue and injury. We bat again for two sessions. We rest the bowlers, extend the lead past five hundred, and declare tomorrow morning. It is the safe move."
"It is a passive move," Siddanth countered, his tone completely neutral but unyielding. "The pitch is actively deteriorating. The cracks are widening. If we bat now, we waste the optimal bowling conditions. We give them a night to recover psychologically."
"I manage the workload of this squad," Kumble stated, his jaw tight. "I do not want my primary strike bowlers breaking down before the Australia series."
"My recovery is at one hundred percent," Siddanth replied pragmatically. "Umesh is fully hydrated and physically sound. The spin bowlers will carry the majority of the workload in the second innings anyway. Ashwin and Jadeja need this pitch right now."
Kumble crossed his arms. "I am the head coach. I am setting the operational parameters."
Siddanth looked at Kumble. He did not raise his voice. He did not show anger.
"You are the head coach," Siddanth acknowledged the title. "You manage the training. But I am the captain. I manage the match. And I am telling you, we are enforcing the follow-on."
Siddanth picked up his cap. He did not wait for Kumble to respond. He turned and walked out of the dressing room, heading toward the tunnel.
The rest of the Indian squad sat in stunned silence. The authority of the head coach had just been completely overridden by the captain.
Kohli and Jadeja exchanged a brief look, nodded silently, and followed Siddanth out of the room.
The Indian team returned to the field.
In the second over after tea, Ravichandran Ashwin trapped Kamrul Islam LBW.
Bangladesh was all out for 388.
The umpires looked at Siddanth, waiting for his decision.
Siddanth did not hesitate. He pointed his finger toward the pitch.
"Bangladesh bats again," Siddanth informed the umpires, officially enforcing the follow-on.
Up in the commentary box, Nasser Hussain analyzed the move.
"India enforces the follow-on," Nasser announced. "It is a highly aggressive decision from Siddanth Deva. He is backing his bowlers to take ten wickets on a deteriorating pitch despite the heat."
The Bangladesh openers walked back out to the crease.
Siddanth orchestrated the bowling attack flawlessly. He bowled short, three-over spells to maintain pace, but he relied heavily on Ashwin and Jadeja to do the damage.
Ashwin extracted massive turn from the rough.
Late in the evening session on Day 3, a loud commotion erupted from the Eastern Stand.
A young man wearing a Siddanth Deva jersey had successfully bypassed the boundary security personnel. He jumped over the advertising boards and sprinted onto the outfield.
The stadium security guards reacted immediately, chasing after him.
The fan was fast. He ran directly toward the mid-off fielding position.
Siddanth was talking to Ashwin. He did not see the fan approaching from his blind spot.
The fan reached Siddanth. Instead of trying to grab him, the fan instantly dropped to his knees and dove forward, sliding on the grass and falling directly at Siddanth's feet, wrapping his arms around Siddanth's legs.
Siddanth stumbled back slightly, startled by the sudden physical contact.
Four heavily built security guards arrived a second later. They grabbed the fan roughly by the shoulders, attempting to pull him away and drag him off the field. The fan resisted, clinging to Siddanth's shoes.
"Wait," Siddanth ordered the security guards, his voice cutting through the noise.
The guards stopped pulling, looking at the Indian captain.
Siddanth reached down. He grabbed the fan by the shoulders and pulled him up from the ground to a standing position.
The fan was shaking with adrenaline.
"I am a huge fan, Anna," the boy gasped, staring at Siddanth. "I watch every match. Can I please take a selfie?"
Siddanth smiled. "Take the photo."
The fan fumbled with his pocket, pulled out his phone, and opened the camera. His hands were shaking so much he couldn't hit the button.
Siddanth took the phone from the boy's hand. He held it up, angled it correctly, and snapped the selfie himself. He handed the phone back.
"Thank you!" the fan yelled. He opened his arms. "One hug, Anna! Please!"
Siddanth did not hesitate. He stepped forward and gave the fan a brief, solid hug.
The stadium crowd, watching the entire interaction on the big screen, erupted into a massive, deafening cheer.
"Alright," Siddanth told the fan firmly. "Go with security. Do not run on the field again."
The fan nodded happily, offering no resistance as the security guards escorted him quickly toward the boundary rope.
Up in the commentary box, Ravi Shastri and Harsha Bhogle discussed the incident.
"That is a massive security failure," Harsha stated seriously. "A fan should never be able to reach a player on the field."
"It is a failure," Shastri agreed. "But look at how Siddanth Deva handled it. He didn't panic. He stopped the guards from getting violent. He gave the kid a photo and a hug, defused the situation entirely, and sent him off. That is brilliant composure from the captain."
In the VIP box, Krithika let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. She had seen the fan dive at his legs and feared an attack. Anjali, Spoorthy, and Jyothi were laughing, recording the replay on their phones.
Day 3 ended with Bangladesh batting their second innings, struggling at 104 for 4.
The Indian squad boarded the team bus and returned to the hotel.
The tension from the tea break had not dissipated. It had festered.
At 8:00 PM, Siddanth received a message on his phone. It was an order to report to the primary tactical meeting room on the fifth floor.
Siddanth walked into the meeting room.
Anil Kumble was standing at the head of the large conference table. He was not reviewing footage. He was furious. His jaw was locked.
Virat Kohli, the vice-captain, was sitting on the left side of the table. Sanjay Bangar, the assistant batting coach, stood near the projector screen, looking uncomfortable.
Siddanth walked in and sat down opposite Kohli. He remained completely composed.
"You undermined the coaching structure in front of the entire dressing room today," Kumble initiated the confrontation instantly. He slammed a heavy notebook onto the table. The sound cracked through the quiet room.
"I did what I thought was the correct decision for the pitch conditions," Siddanth replied, his voice flat and analytical. "The cracks are opening. Batting again wastes the optimal bowling window. It gives the opposition time to recover."
"It is not your job to determine the overall squad workload," Kumble stated, leaning forward, his hands flat on the table. "I told you to rest the fast bowlers. Umesh has bowled twenty-five overs in extreme heat. You are risking his hamstrings before a four-match series against Australia just to win this match a day early."
"Umesh wants to bowl," Kohli interjected, defending Siddanth's decision immediately.
Kumble snapped his head toward Kohli.
"Umesh is fine, Coach," Kohli continued, maintaining his ground. "The fast bowlers are fully hydrated. Sid is right about the pitch. The spinners need that rough tomorrow morning. If we batted again, the pitch would flatten out under the roller. Enforcing the follow-on was the aggressive move. We are a ruthless team now."
"You do not run the physical conditioning of this team, Virat," Kumble fired back, his authority challenged by both leaders. "Neither of you do. I set the parameters. I determine when the bowlers rest. If you bypass my directives, you fracture the command structure."
"The command structure is clear," Siddanth stated, cutting through the rising volume of the argument. "You manage the training. You manage the physical conditioning camps. I manage the match. When we cross the boundary rope, the tactical decisions are mine. I read the pitch. I made the call."
"You made a reckless call based on arrogance," Kumble accused him. "You think because you scored two hundred runs, you do not have to follow the system."
"The system is flawed if it prioritizes resting over winning," Siddanth countered coldly. "We have them four wickets down. We will bowl them out before tea tomorrow."
Kumble stood up straight. He looked at Siddanth, then at Kohli. The generational gap in their tactical philosophies was massive. Kumble believed in disciplined methodology. Siddanth and Kohli believed in relentless, situational aggression.
"This team cannot function if the captain ignores the coach," Kumble warned them.
"We have a match to win tomorrow," Sanjay Bangar finally stepped in, raising his hands in a calming gesture before the argument could escalate into a physical confrontation. "We cannot have a fractured leadership. The decision is made. They are following on. Let us focus on the bowling plans for the morning session."
Kumble stared at Bangar. Then, he looked back at Siddanth.
"We will discuss the boundaries of your captaincy after this Test match," Kumble promised.
"We will," Siddanth agreed without hesitation. He stood up from his chair. "I am the captain. The decision stands. Have the spinners ready for the morning."
Siddanth walked out of the meeting room. Kohli followed him a second later.
Day 4 began.
The atmosphere in the dressing room was absolutely freezing.
Anil Kumble did not speak to Siddanth during the morning warm-ups. He did not speak to Kohli. He gave his instructions entirely through Sanjay Bangar. The silent treatment was obvious, but both Siddanth and Kohli ignored it. They focused on the pitch.
The pitch in Hyderabad was now turning squarely. The cracks had widened significantly. Batting was incredibly difficult.
Ashwin extracted massive turn from the rough, trapping the left-handed batsmen LBW. Jadeja bowled fast and flat, picking up wickets with sheer accuracy.
Siddanth took the crucial wickets. He bowled Mushfiqur Rahim with a reverse-swinging delivery that dipped viciously late in its trajectory. He trapped Mahmudullah LBW with a slower cutter that gripped the pitch.
Bangladesh collapsed under the pressure. The spin was too much to handle, and Siddanth's pace generated paralyzing fear in the lower order.
In the final session of Day 4, Bangladesh was 245 for 9.
Siddanth was bowling to Kamrul Islam.
He ran in and bowled a fast, rising delivery aimed at the ribs. Kamrul tried to fend it off, the ball hit the splice of the bat, and Cheteshwar Pujara took a simple catch at short leg.
The match was over.
Bangladesh was all out for 250 in their second innings.
India won the match by an innings and 49 runs.
Siddanth's decision to enforce the follow-on had worked flawlessly. The bowlers had not broken down. The match was won a day early.
The Indian team celebrated in the center of the pitch. They shook hands with the Bangladesh players.
The broadcast cut to the post-match presentation.
Ravi Shastri stood on the podium. He handed the Man of the Match trophy to Siddanth Deva.
Siddanth walked up, holding the series trophy.
"A massive victory, Siddanth," Ravi Shastri said into the microphone. "You won by an innings. A double century for you, a double century for Virat, and you picked up nine wickets in the match. Complete dominance."
"All the batsmen set the platform perfectly on the first two days," Siddanth replied, speaking efficiently. "Virat and Pujara took the pressure off early, which allowed me to play freely. Enforcing the follow-on was the correct tactical move. The pitch was deteriorating, and Ashwin and Jadeja exploited the rough on day four exactly as planned."
"Congratulations on the win, Captain."
Siddanth lifted the trophy. The team gathered behind him for the official photographs. The home crowd cheered loudly, celebrating the massive victory.
The broadcast ended, cutting to the post-match analysis and the social media reactions.
Twitter Reactions:
@CricCrazyFan: Siddanth Deva is a machine! 200 runs and 9 wickets in a single Test match. Who does that?!
@BleedBlueIndia: That flying kiss from Deva to Krithika after his century broke the internet. Goals.
@SportsInsider: Kumble benched him for an entire ODI series. Deva responds with a double century and a 5-wicket haul. Pure dominance.
@DevaStats: First Indian captain to score a double century and take a 5-wicket haul in the same match. History created in Hyderabad.
@HyderabadLocal: The crowd chanting his name for four straight days was unreal. He owns this city.
@SitaRamFan: Krithika looking gorgeous in the VIP box! The camera loved her today.
@CricketAnalyst: Kohli's 200 was technical perfection. Deva's 200 was brutal aggression. Best batting duo in the world right now.
@MumbaiIndiansArmy: Did you see Deva stop the security guards from beating up that fan? He actually took a selfie with him. Captain Cool 2.0.
@Deva@6: Great captaincy to enforce the follow-on. Keep the foot on the throat.
@BangladeshCricket: We had no answer to his pace or the spinners on day four. Outplayed completely.
@GullyCricketGod: That reverse swing to bowl Mushfiqur in the second innings was unplayable.
@Krishna_042: I am the guy who jumped the fence! BEST DAY OF MY LIFE! He smells like expensive cologne even when he is sweating!
@BCCI_Official: India wins by an innings and 49 runs! Comprehensive victory at the Rajiv Gandhi International Stadium.
@TestCricketLover: 687 for 5 declared. That is psychological torture for the opposition bowlers.
@AshwinSpin: Ashwin and Jadeja spinning a web on day 4. Standard operating procedure in India.
@PujaraWall: Pujara quietly scoring 83 to set the foundation. Don't ignore the Wall.
@KumbleWatch: Kumble looked very quiet on the balcony today. Hard to assert authority when your captain is scoring double hundreds.
@CricketMemes: Security guards running after the fan. Deva: "Hold my drink, let's take a selfie."
@StatGuru: 5/45 in the first innings on a flat deck. That is elite fast bowling.
@IndianCricketTeam: Captain Deva leads from the front. Next stop: The Australia Series.
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Batting: 210 Not Out (215 Balls). 24 Fours, 4 Sixes. Strike Rate: 94.88.
Bowling (1st Inn): 22 Overs, 5 Maidens, 45 Runs, 5 Wickets. Economy: 2.04.
Bowling (2nd Inn): 18.3 Overs, 4 Maidens, 38 Runs, 4 Wickets. Economy: 2.05.