Victoria Cricket Team
The Victorian cricket team, nicknamed the Bushrangers, is an Australian cricket team based in Melbourne, that represents the state of Victoria. It is administered by Cricket Victoria and draws its players from Melbourne's Premier Cricket competition. The team competes in three competitions: the Sheffield Shield first-class competition and the Ryobi One Day Cup competition. The team previously played in the now defunct Twenty20, Big Bash, which has since been replaced by the Big Bash League since the 2011-12 season. They are currently winners of the 2010/11 Ryobi One Day Cup.
The team first played in 1851 and most recently won the Sheffield Shield in 2009/10, and made the finals in 2005–06 and 2007–08.
The Bushrangers' club captain is Cameron White and the vice-captain is David Hussey. Victoria won the first three KFC Twenty20 Big Bash competitions which were staged.
The team's home ground is the MCG, subject to availability and second home ground is the Junction Oval. The team also plays one Ryobi One Day Cup match in country Victoria a season.
Victoria has provided many players to the Australian team. It played in the initial first class match in Australia and has a long and successful history.
Read more about Victoria Cricket Team: History, Logo and Uniform, Squad, Championships, Records
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