I’ve a sore throat for over a week now and was saving up the last ounce of my voice to cheer for India in today’s finals.
To see them dismiss South Africa and Australia was exceedingly unbelievable, but nonetheless true.
The hype and hoopla around Ind-Pak is irresistible and I skipped the Monday morning blues of going to office, instead stayed back to watch India win her way through. Felt like the hockey saga-Chak De! Being re-created, this time in real time and with real people. My vocal chords finally had a reason to work and for all its worth, I cheered.
The aggression that we lacked, was seen right where it should be, in actions, in play, in the eyes, in the field. We won! We win!
Yes, we were abysmal is our past performances, but this one made up for all the defeats. Champions are we? Champions we are…
True, cricket is no more the sport of the metros; it is made up of people with dreams in their eyes, hailing from unspoken corners of India. The Ranchi boy captained the team of such boys, who made it there with little to their support.
Young is good, Young is a winner, Young is India, Young is a happy blue- Team India!
Kudos to you guys…
1 comment:
agree in toto..
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