Sachin tendulkar wife

This book is not for the passionate Sachin fan, because most would themselves be able to write about 90% of the book. I know I could.

All the Tendulkar moments are there: the Ranji centuries, the Waqar bouncer, the maiden century, the Australia tours, opening in ODIs, the world cups, the five-wicket hauls, the Sharjah twins, the Chennai 136, Sydney 241, Multan, the Gwalior 200, the umpiring howlers, the partnerships, the sixes and the triumphs.

As are the stories and anecdotes: multiple matches under Achrekar Sir, staying at his uncle's, the Kambli partnership, wearing disguises to watch a movie, losing his father, love of food, the captaincy, the injuries, crying his heart out at every major loss.

And very little else.

A good (auto)biography or memoir is one that has either fantastic new content that breaks fresh ground or is presented in an eminently captivating manner.

This, though, fails on both counts, especially so in the w