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Dhoni and Smith sing in unison – IPL has helped foreign teams

Both Dhoni, captain of the Indian team, and Smith, the South African captain on separate occasions have alluded to the IPL cricket, which according to them has lent a helping hand to the foreign teams to get adapted to the Indian conditions in a better way.

Mahendra Singh Dhoni, who represents the Chennai Super Kings for the IPL tourney opined that the South Africa’s first test win over India at Nagpur resulted from some fine batting display on the part of South Africa, and particularly batsmen handling the spin attack proved to be the decisive factor for South Africa to clinch the test match, which according to him was made possible due to the exposure to spin bowling as while playing in the IPL.

Graeme Smith, on the other hand, who plays for the Rajasthan Royals in the IPL, was quick to admit that the South African team had made a study of Indian cricketers from footages related to the Indian Premier League, ahead of the test that had commenced at the Eden Gardens.

It becomes even clearer as to the reasons behind the starting of the IPL in India, which had been presented in the guise of sharing knowledge pertaining to the game, and India could feel the pinch as it could work to its own disadvantage.

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