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Rahul is to New Zealand as what Laxman is to Australia

Some batsmen devour the bowling attacks of a particular nation as the bowling never tires them out. They simply tuck into the bowling attacks and relish playing memorable innings that stand the test of time. One such an innings was the vintage display of 191 from Rahul Dravid against New Zealand at Nagpur. Notching up his 31st Test Hundred, Rahul Dravid has helped his side to an unassailable position, with an Indian victory not very far on the horizon.

Rahul Dravid has had 6 centuries so far against the New Zealand side, as he is one of the batsmen who seem to be a thorn in the flesh of the New Zealand bowling. The Australians might feel the same with the case of the classy and elegant V.V.S Laxman, who never fails to torment the Australian bowlers with his classic stroke play. Rahul Dravid is to New Zealand as what Laxman is to Australia. The Australian and New Zealand bowlers still aren’t able to get to grips with these two, and the batsmen have only let them into sleepless nights and demonic dreams.

Termed the ‘Wall’ Rahul Dravid has come a long way in test cricket, as he has had to ride the rough with the smooth with some diligence. But his immaculate technique has helped him conquer testing times during his career and his team spirit had driven him even to don the thankless job of a wicket keeper at times, which elucidates the spotless character of this man. India is riding piggyback on his wonderful century, as India is well placed to take the lead in the series.

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