Cricket World Cup 2011

The cricket world cup has begun! And, it has brought with it a treat for the media houses.

The sports columns of newspapers are overflowing with the pros and cons of the World Cup series. And that drove me to do a similar job!

This article is about the Wankhede Stadium in Mumbai, which is the venue of three World Cup matches.

It talks about how the problems for the stadium persist, even after it has successfully acquired its new look.

http://www.sportskeeda.com/2011/02/19/the-battle-of-the-battleground-%e2%80%93-wankhede-stadium/

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