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Fake IPL Player

I don't know if you've been following the IPL religiously. I haven't. I'd much rather watch some football.

What I am following regularly now is a blog that's allegedly by a Kolkata Knight Riders insider.

How far it's true? I don't really know, but it's fun and rather sarcastic and a good read for when you have nothing better to do, with the latest being him referring to Bublee and Babli, which allegedly refers to Brett Lee and Preity Zinta apparently as having an affair.

Anyway the link is HERE.

And to make things easier for you, some of the main characters as gleaned from comments left on the Fake IPL Player's posts.

Kishen Kanhaiya is Ravi Shastri

Appam Chuthiya is Sreesanth

Pedophile priest is Adam Gilchrist

Kaan Moolo is Ajit Agarkar

Big Sister is Shilpa Shetty

Prince of Patiala is Yuvraj Singh

Lord Almighty is Sourav Ganguly

Babli is Preity Zinta

Calypso King is Chris Gayle

Vinnie Dildo is Shah Rukh Khan

Havai Chapal is Greg Chappel

Junta Tormentor is Ajantha Mendis

The Baja of Baroda is Anshuman Gaekwad

Sandy Baddy babe is Mandira Bedi

Little John is Ishant Sharma

John Wrong is John Wright

Bangla Tiger is Mashrafe Mortaza

Sheikh of Tweak is Shane Warne.

Meera Bhai is Harbhajan Singh.

RDB is Randeep Bose.

Ram is VVS Laxman.

Mr.Batlivala refers to liqour baron Mr Vijay Mallya

Phoren Babas refers to Brendon Mc Cullum and the coach John Buchanan

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