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Bangladesh exhibit stiff resistance with Tamim Iqbal notching up his second test hundred.

Tamim Iqbal scored a defiant 151, choosing to take the attack to the opposition, after India declared its first innings total at 544 for eight. With an able partner in Junaid Siddiqui, who scored 55, Tamim Iqbal has helped Bangladesh wipe off 228 of the total lead of 311.

Tamim Iqbal handled both the pace bowlers as well as the spinners tactfully, as he hooked and drove when the pace bowlers were operating, and used his feet to the spinners to find the gaps on both sides of the wicket. Tamim Iqbal and Junaid Siddiqui added 200 runs before Zaheer Khan dismissed both of them. The crowd loved the fighting spirit exhibited by both the left hand batsmen as the spin bowlers Harbajan and Pragyan Ojha weren’t allowed to settle down. With the second fastest of centuries by a Bangladeshi batsmen, Tanim Iqbal was in full flow as he played some enchanting strokes to delight the crowd at the Sher-e-Bangla stadium.

Earlier India resuming its first innings in the morning found skipper Dhoni take the lead with the company of tailenders. Dhoni scoring 89 was a mix of caution and aggression as he found an able partner in Ishant Sharma to add 51 valuable runs for the seventh wicket partnership. Dhoni playing some unconventional strokes was more effective, but, missed his ton by a whisker. India then declared the innings only to be offered stiff resistance from Tamim Iqbal.

The fourth day awaits a strong contest between the bat and ball as the Indian bowlers will be looking to get the early breakthrough to run into the Bangladesh batting before the batsmen could put up a challenge. On the other hand, Bangladeshi batsmen would be fighting it out to avoid what seems to be an inevitable victory for the Indians.

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