Wickets are like wives. You never know what to expect from them.

One who doesn't throw the dice can never expect to score a six.

Experience is like a comb that life gives you when you are bald.

The Indians are finding the gaps like a pin in a haystack.

The ball whizzes past like a bumblebee and the Indians are in the sea.

It's like the brooding hen sitting over a china egg.