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Chennai Super Kings XI fans await another cameo from the big-hitter

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Mathew Hayden with his 43-ball blitzkrieg perked up the hopes of CSK XI fans, as the ex-Australian opener carries a huge burden upon his shoulder when he comes out to bat at the Ferozeshah Kotla against the Kings XI Punjab. The Hayden onslaught has been the cream of the big-hitting crop so far in this IPL 2010, as the Delhi Daredevils were ripped apart by the cannibalistic efforts of Mathew Hayden, whose innings reminded of the more graceful Viv Richards, who had the uncanny knack of tormenting world-class bowlers in their dreams.

The Chennai Super Kings are in the driver’s seat even before the start of the IPL 2010 match that is to be played at the Ferozeshah Kotla, as the demoralized Punjab outfit will have to resort to all tricks to make a game out of this IPL 2010 twenty 20 match, particularly with Hayden in top spirits as well as in a big-hitting mood. Though the services of the captain of the CSK XI, Mahendra Singh Dhoni’s was missed out in the previous encounter against the Delhi Daredevils, the adeptness of both Suresh Raina and Hayden was more than enough to script a comfortable win against the Delhi Daredevils.

With the Chennai Super Kings bowling looking pale and ineffective, the batting depth of the team has come to its rescue so far, as it is also expected to help the team cruise into the main stage of the IPL 2010 event, and the CSK XI in particular rests its hopes on the bulky Australian, and he is expected to play more of these marauding knocks to shatter the dreams of the opponents in the IPL 2010.

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