A New Beginning... A New Era

                 A New Beginning... A New Era

After a new-before-seen star the RCB fans are in fantasizing about the trophy already- rightfully so. RCB fans rarely do get such an opportunity. It looks like 1 player has changed the fortunes of RCB- perhaps forever. The big-show Maxwell after being bought for a whooping 14.25 crores has made 2 half centuries- 2 match winning knocks after a horrific run from 2015 to 2020. Inspite of his dreadful form in IPL his price did not change which just goes to show the importance of a middle order power hitter.

And Maxwell true to his price and confirming the trust of RCB has been invaluable. Perhaps it is the fact that he played at No.3 right after the power play against the spinners where his strike rate marginally increases. 

Hoping his and the team's form continues throughout the IPL and if Maxwell can celebrate his first year with the trophy.

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