Sources reveal 33 crore Hindu Gods collaborated with Allah Almighty and Jesus Christ to make it happen.
And it required such an unprecedented joining of hands because, along with others, the God of Cricket -- 20 years in circulation -- did not want him in the Team India dressing room.
Sreesanth is a madcap.
He hears strange noise inside his head. He perceives Nel, Hayden and Symonds on the window pane. Harbhajan with an outstretched hand haunts him in his nightmares. And he hallucinates a gorilla making him hug a monkey while the fox claps.
Gods consult and issue him a new lease of life and Sreesanth runs in from media centre end, all verve and vim.
He thinks Paranavitana has nicked it. He appeals. No, he pleads. He then urges. Finally he begs.
But there is no trace of life in the umpire's standing corpse.
Sreesanth stays rooted to the crease.
Sehwag collects his hat and pats him. Sreesanth drags himself to fine leg. He looks upward. Seeking divine intervention again.
The guys upstairs squirm in their abode.
"Now what?"
Sreesanth feels he is drowning. And he seeks a divine straw to clutch at.
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Som, mild appeal by Sree standards, but does he have any - it's a wonder he's allowed to appeal. Compare that to Bhajji's demands for balls gng down leg and then some.
NC, Bhajji can afford that luxury which Sree can't.
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