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Ishant Sharma stands tall amid the New Zealand ruins

New Zealand was thrashed by the World toppers, the Indian side, as India registered an innings and 198 runs victory over the beleaguered New Zealand side. Ishant Sharma has finally struck gold with his bowling form, and his spell that fetched him 4-23 is sure to bolster the confidence of this lanky pace man right before a grueling South African series that lay ahead of the Indian team.

From the time when Ishant started troubling Ponting till the present test series against New Zealand, Ishant has come a long way, though he has been struggling with his rhythm for quite some time. A timely haul of 4 wickets just before the high-pitched battle against the South Africans is a good sign for the Indians to take cue from the wonderful performance, and to put up a spirited show on the hard and bouncy tracks of South Africa. Ishant, with this spirited performance has also proved that he is no nine day wonder, and the pace man would do good to acquire words of wisdom form a work house who had performed exceedingly well on Indian wickets, as Kapil Devil will surely know the tricks to perform well on Indian tracks.

Kapil Devil, as he was at times referred to, wore his heart on his sleeves, as he had never let the flat Indian tracks to get the better of him. Even on docile Indian wickets, Kapil produced magical spells, which until then were usually produced by Indian spinners and he had given a whole new dimension to fast bowling on Indian wickets. A nation that was deprived of pace bowlers suddenly found a young man from Haryana bursting into the scene with pace and aggression, and since then, has become a prime reason to pave way for several promising fast bowlers in this country, an inspiring model well worth the mention.

Ishant has the pace and bounce, and his height surely works to his advantage. A fine and free flowing action, with a prelude in the form of a smooth run up to the wicket, and with a good follow through to back him up to the hilt, Ishant has the potentials to trouble even the most accomplished of batsmen. Ishant has finally got his rhythm back, and must be raring to go and hit the deck at the South African wickets. It would be worth the wait to witness this young man’s performance on South African wickets.

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