𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 - shubman gill ✓

twenty - three

As the India vs New Zealand test match series for the women's team unfolded, the men's team gathered in their dressing room to watch the game from India. Excitement filled the air as they settled in, eager to support their fellow cricketers in their quest for victory.

However, as the game progressed, the mood in the dressing room shifted from anticipation to concern. The bowling speed of the New Zealand team was exceptionally fast, resulting in several Indian players being hit by the ball. With each delivery, tensions rose as the players braced themselves for the next potentially dangerous delivery.

"Whoa, did you see that?" Ishan exclaimed, his eyes wide with disbelief as he watched a particularly aggressive delivery narrowly miss hitting the stumps.

"Yeah, these bowlers aren't holding back at all," Shubman observed, his brows furrowed with concern. "It's like they're trying to intimidate our players."

As the match continued, the men's team couldn't help but notice the growing hostility on the field. The New Zealand female cricketers seemed to relish in mocking the Indian team, taunting them with every opportunity and celebrating each wicket with exaggerated gestures.

"That's not cricket, that's just plain unsportsmanlike behaviour," Hardik remarked, his voice tinged with frustration as he watched the disrespectful actions of the opposing team.

Virat nodded in agreement, his jaw clenched with determination. "We need to show our support for our fellow cricketers," he declared, his tone firm as he glanced around the room at his teammates.

With a shared sense of solidarity, the men's team watched on, their hearts heavy with concern for their teammates on the field. As the game unfolded, they knew that they would stand united in support of their fellow cricketers, ready to defend the honour of Indian cricket against any form of hostility or disrespect.

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As the match progressed, the tension in the dressing room reached its peak as the Indian team's batsmen faced a barrage of aggressive deliveries from the New Zealand bowlers. With each ball, the men's team winced in sympathy as they watched their fellow cricketers endure painful blows to their hands, shoulders, and forearms.

"Ouch, that looked like it hurt," Jaiswal remarked, his voice filled with concern as he watched a particularly vicious bouncer strike the Indian batsman on the forearm.

Shubman shook his head in disbelief, his hands clenching into fists in frustration. "This is getting out of hand. It's like they're deliberately targeting our players," he muttered, his gaze fixed on the screen with a mixture of anger and concern.

Rohit's jaw tightened with determination as he watched another Indian batsman take a blow to the shoulder. "We can't let this continue. Our players are getting injured out there," he stated firmly, his voice echoing the shared sentiment of his teammates.

With each painful blow, the men's team felt a surge of indignation rise within them. The hostile tactics of the New Zealand team were not only endangering the safety of their fellow cricketers but also tarnishing the spirit of the game they loved.

"This needs to stop," Hardik declared, his voice tinged with frustration as he watched yet another Indian batsman grimace in pain after being struck by a fast delivery.