List Of Cricket World Cup Records
The Cricket World Cup is an international One Day International (ODI) competition in men's cricket. Organised by the International Cricket Council (ICC), the tournament has taken place every four years since it was first held in 1975 in England. The number of teams and number of matches have increased since then, although the ICC declared an interest in reducing the format, following criticism of the 2007 World Cup.
Indian batsman Sachin Tendulkar holds an array of individual records in the World Cup. One of the Wisden Cricketers of the Year in 1997, and "the most worshipped cricketer in the world", Tendulkar has made more scores over fifty, hit more centuries and scored more runs than any other cricketer in World Cup history. Australian Glenn McGrath dominates the individual bowling records, having featured for his country in four World Cups. He has taken more wickets at a higher strike rate with a better economy rate than any other bowler, and has the best individual bowling figures in the history of the tournament.
Australians Ricky Ponting and Adam Gilchrist lead the individual fielding records. Ponting is the leading fielder in terms of catches made, in both an individual World Cup tournament and in the competition's history. Wicketkeeper Gilchrist has made the most dismissals in a single match, an individual tournament and in World Cup history. Australia hold several team records, including those for the most wins, the highest win percentage, the most consecutive wins; they were undefeated in the 2003 Cricket World Cup and 2007 Cricket World Cup campaigns.
Records are also kept of unsuccessful performances. These include Canada's lowest score in the history of the tournament, Zimbabwe's record number of matches lost and Canadian Nicholas De Groot's three consecutive ducks.
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