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Raina reigns supreme; Chennai Super Kings demolish Kolkata Knight Riders

Suresh Raina wielded his bat with such might that his glittery knock not only dented the chances of Kolkata Knight Riders getting into the semi-finals of the IPL 2010 Championship but also helped Chennai stay the course to book a semi-final berth in the IPL 2010 Championship. Chennai Super Kings with the victory over Kolkata Knight Riders has allayed the doubts that have sprung up in the minds of many as to its potentials to stay as strong contenders to lift the IPL 2010 Championship.

The CSK bowlers bowled exceedingly well to reduce the KKR’s total to 139 for 8 in the allotted 20 overs, and when the chase got underway, CSK looked set to reach the target with ease, which it did by consuming only 13.3 overs, with just the fall of Mathew Hayden’s wicket. Murli Vijay and Suresh Raina were in top form, as they strangled the hopes of KKR reaching the semi-finals of the IPL 2010 Championship. The stormy Suresh Raina was in a hurry as he scored 78 from 39 balls and Murli Vijay continued with his top form by notching up 50 from 40 balls to lay a solid platform for a convincing victory.

Chennai Super Kings, with the win, have ascended to the second spot in the points table of the IPL 2010 Championship and look set to challenge the other strong contenders vying for the IPL 2010 Championship. KKR, meanwhile, with the dismal performance have ended up their trot to reach the coveted semi-final stage in the IPL 2010 Championship, though they have two more matches in the preliminary stage of the IPL 2010 Championship.

Chennai Super Kings will now have to fire on all cylinders to outwit the opponents and to claim the IPL 2010 Championship, which entirely depends on the batsmen to come good in all the other matches in the IPL 2010.
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