Masters World Series of Indoor Cricket

The Masters World Series of Indoor Cricket is the premier international championship of both men's and women's masters Indoor Cricket. The event is organised by the sport's governing body, the World Indoor Cricket Federation (WICF) and is held at varying intervals. The first Masters World Series contest was organised in Australia in 2001. Separate world championships are held for both junior and open age groups with the Junior World Series of Indoor Cricket and the Indoor Cricket World Cup held at similar intervals.

The World Series is contested by the members of the WICF (though member nations have not always entered teams) and beyond being an affiliated member of that body there are no formal qualifications for entry. Australia have been the most successful side having won every division with the exception of the Over 30 Women in 2008.

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