Jason Krejza, the man with the bowling average higher than one of his night outs on the town, got a game.
And what a game.
He started with some penertrating bowling at 10 an over.
Just as he was about to be put down forever, something weird happened.
He got out proper test batsmen.
Repeatedly.
It’s not often you can go for 5 an over and take more than half the wickets in the day, but Krazy Krejza did so.
He got Dravid, and slipped one through Laxman, but they are both in their golden years.
But he got Sehwag.
The God, the prophet, the leader of Sehwagology.
And he was flying, really flying.
We all know what that is like, like taking Heroin intravenously while having sex with Katie Holmes as Samantha Morton burns a tied up Tom Cruise with a cattle brand that says, Massive wanker me, with Fugazi playing live next door.
Sehwag was deceived, ever so slightly.
It happens, the man's utter brilliance often runs out of the cup.
You can only walk the line so often.
Now Krejza can go to his grave a happy man.
On its tombstone it shall read:
“Here lies Krazy Krejza, loved by his family, and the luckiest mother fucker ever to bowl off spin, he will be sorelyâ€
Ofcourse he didn't get Tendulkar out, that is for Victorian debutantes.www.cricketwithballs.com... We constantly get sodomized down the legside
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