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Sachin Tendulkar 100th Century

On 16th of March 2012, Sachin Tendulkar became the first person to make 100 International Centuries. He made his 100th Century against Bangladesh. After Gautam Gambhir got out very early in the match, it was Sachin Tendulkar and Virat Kohli who played well till the 35th over. During the 35th over, Virat Kohli too got out. After a few more overs, Tendulkar reached his 100th Century. Nasir Hoosain of Bangladesh said, "Don Bradman was great, but Sachin is greater". Later in the innings, Tendulkar got out for 108.

About Sachin Tendulkar

Full name- Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar
Born- 24th April 1973
Born in- Mumbai, Maharashtra
Nicknames- Little Master, Tendlya
Height- 5ft, 5 in
Batting Style- Right
Bowling Style- Right Hand Medium, Leg Break, Off break
Role- Batsman
Test Debut- 15th November 1989 Vs Pakistan
ODi Debut- 18 December 1989 vs Pakistan
ODI Shirt Number- 10

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  1. Sanjith Rao::

    SRT is a genius. He broke another of his own record on March 13, 2012 by not making even a single century despite playing continuously in all the matches for India for one full year - from March 12, 2012 to March 13, 2012

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    1. hahahahhaha, love this piece of information about the new record broken. Hilarious really!!!

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