The sun rose over 221b Baker Street and hugged the morning air with heat. Inside the weak smell of burnt toast and strong coffee fought with the scent of tobacco from the Sherlock Holmes tube.
Dr. John Watson, blurred from the late night on the disk Soho, crashed into the living room. He found that Sherlock Holmes buried deep in the daily issue of The Times. Design credit: ITGD editorial design
“Morning,” Watson murmured, reached out to shook the stiffness of the night spent by persecution of whiskey and women.
Holmes didn’t look. Watson, curiosity, woke up, grabbed him and looked over his shoulder to see what the detective’s attention was attracted.
“Big Sherlock Holmes,” Watson laughed, “he read about the Indian cricket team? Who would you think the old chapter had a drop of cricket?”
Holmes postponed the paper aside and leaned back into the leather chair. He reached out on his violins and ripped a single resonant remark. It was F-minor, fine news.
“Come on, buddy,” Watson said, grinning. You can’t duck my questions like Bumrah Bouncer. “What is the sudden interest in the Indian cricket?”
Sherlock built the violin next to the polished human skull on the table. “Elementary, my dear Watson. I break down a case of a wonderful four.”
Watson picked up the eyebrows. “Fab Four? What is it, Old Chap?”
Holmes’ lips twitched into a grin. “The question of scanning journalists from bombje to Manchester: Who is the largest Indian test batsman among the big four: Gavascar, Tendulkar, Dravid or Kohli? I intend to solve this puzzle.”
Watson’s eyes lit up. “Who are you counting?”
Holmes reached for his pipe. “It is a capital error to theorize before having data. You risk twisting facts that suit theories rather than theories to suit reality.
Watson smiled and headed for the kitchen. “Tricot business. Fans will cry bias, whatever you have closed.” He paused and scribbled a note for his blog.
Holmes’s voice was strict. “In cricket, Watson, there is no” truth “. Only facts. Those who left the emotions cloud judgments are fans. Those weighing facts are scientists. No puntit fears fans. ”
Watson’s smile froze. Holmes’s icy look reminded him: when the mind of the detective wiped, not to mix best.
Watson placed Cappuccino next to Holmes and settled that the secret was competing with their biggest cases.
Sherlock Holmes is investigating
“Who are you ranking as the best?” Holmes sipped cappuccino.
“I have never seen Gavascar Bat. I like virata kohli.”
“Drinking Receiving,” Holmes grinned. “Normal short -sighted error. See data.”
Watson laughed cordially. “Data is like a bird – will sing the melody you have fantastic”
“We’ll see.” Holmes stood up and activated a digital projector. On the screen of the living room, the graph was flashing and compared the Fab Four test bats.
“Listen to, Watson. Kohli’s 46.85 Trails Tendulkar’s 53,79, Dravid’s 52,31 and Gavascar’s 51,12.”
Watson’s forehead was crumpled. “Kohli played the smallest number of tests and was first who retired, despite fitness and modern equipment. It has the lowest average between Fab Four.”
“Really. Now consider hay – South Africa, England, New Zealand and Australia – where the playgrounds prefer pace and rocking, test Batsman’s Mettle.”
Another image appeared and showed hay averages.
Watson frowned. “Kohli’s lowest outside Asia. Messages for me.”
“I missed Western India, Watson. In the kohli era, their test party was less impressive than Gavascar’s Day.”
“Hold on. I’m curious about the Caribbean. We’ll see those characters.”
The projector moved and revealed the Kohli average in 11 West Indies tests. Watson’s jaw dropped. “Kohli is again at the bottom.”
“I’m impressed, Watson,” Sherlock applauded slowly. “There is one more evidence – their bats in five years before retirement. Guess what?”
Watson sighed. “Again the bottom.”
“Exactly. What does that indicate?” Holmes tapped the tobacco into the pipe.
“Fading Reflexes? Downtic Motivation, Dinging Driving to Success?” Watson murmured.
“Yes, and a slump. Post-covid-tamn, who remembered the virus, nicknamed vans and fell on spinners like Nathan Lyon.”
“You make sense, Holmes.”
“The strength of the facts. The deduction law,” Holmes smiled. “Kohli’s test record – average average, less longevity, dip final years – fourth.
“So kohli is not the biggest?”
“The characters don’t lie. Eliminate the impossible and what remains, however unlikely, is true,” Holmes replied, his voice low. “It’s a modern titanium, with hunger for a big score. But not the biggest.”
“Another cappuccino?” Watson asked, stirring his coffee.
“No, double espresso. It requires a nostalgia shot,” Holmes said, lifting the violin.
Watson snapped quietly. The persecution of the truth began. The game was on his feet. Holmes played his favorite game: a deduction of elimination.
The data was placed by Kohli under the triumvirate – Savior (Gavascar), destroyer (tendulkar) and protector (predator).
But Watson wasn’t done. “Holmes, let’s try the public. On my blog I will publish a poll about Kohli’s heritage, then we will deal with three more.”
Holmes picked up the eyebrows. “Public vote? Sentiment can cloud judgment but continue.”
Watson published at once:
In a few hours, the Indian test cricket will notice a generation change.
While all eyes are on the future team, retirement Virat Kohli set on fire and #Fabfourdebate.
Where would you place Kohli on the list Gavascar, Tendulkar, Dravid and yourself?
Vote here: – India Today Sports (@itgdsports) June 19, 2025
Share your voice! #Fabfourden and stay tuned to part 2 of this feature.
Sandipan Sharma, our guest author, likes to write about cricket, cinema, music and politics. They believe they are connected.
Published:
Akshay Ramesh
Published on:
June 20, 2025
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