Inevitably, all eyes were upon Sachin Tendulkar. Thirty-thousand people had arrived on a Monday morning in the hope of seeing him in full flow and they were not disappointed.

It was hard to watch anyone else. It used to be said of Humphrey Bogart that there was no point reciting even Shakespeare if he was smoking a cigarette somewhere else on stage.
Tendulkar has this charisma. To my mind he's the most exciting batsman of his time because he finds the right balance between reason and passion, technique and power, nerve and judgment. He appeals to all tastes.
Little master's century renews tourists' misery
177 at Bangalore, third Test 1997-98
Ominously, Tendulkar gave himself time to settle. Indeed, it took him 29 minutes to score his first run, and then he struck 34 at a run a minute.
Nor did he stop there, producing a series of ferocious strokes that brought a disappointing but vociferous crowd leaping to its feet.
Only Kasprowicz and Warne were played with respect, and even the leg-spinner was swept to fine leg. Once the top men were tired, Tendulkar was unstoppable, carting Robertson over mid-wicket, driving the pacemen through cover and leaning back to cut the spinners behind point.