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Simply In Awe

Well, I just watched the match. Start to finish. And it was totally brilliant. I enjoyed it totally. I oscillated between extreme joy and despair throughout it all. And at the end, I am just simply in awe. The intensity, the passion and a dazzling exhibition of cricket

Yuvaraj, Dhoni and Uthappa were simply amazing. They all batted their hearts out. It was indeed raining sixes. And from 48 for 2 to 188 for 4 was something I never ever excepted. It was just too too good. And from then on, I knew we were in with a very very good chance.

And then Australia came out and India showed them that he who laughs last laughs best indeed. RP Singh & Shreesanth!!! What bowling!!! Spot on!! They kept the batsmen guessing and put them under a lot of pressure. Shreesanth especially!! I love that attitude on the field and it was good to see somebody give it back to Australia for once.

I must admit though, I thought our cause was lost when the score read 100-2 and Matthew Hayden batting like a man possessed. I almost gave up on India then. And along came RP Singh and Harbhajan Singh. They bowled 'dil se' as I've mentioned earlier. Bhajji's first ball when he clean bowled the batsman was one of my favourite cricketing moments.

Last over. 24 runs from 6 balls and they tossed the ball to Joginder Sharma. And I almost switched off the T.V. I haven't had a very good opinion of him in the last few games. Though he bowls well enough and its not his fault if the fielders dropped catches. But somehow he seems to be the one all the batsmen go after and hammer. But after that last over, I am a total fan of his. He bowled his heart out and it totally showed. He gave his best for the country and I always will back players like him.

India! India! What a performance!!!! All past sins forgiven. Especially the ignominy of the World Cup in West Indies. This is how I want my team to play. This is what makes me stand up and proudly say, "That's my team. That's India." Their fielding, their batting, their bowling. Everything was well done. They rarely put a foot wrong. And the best part is Australia had to eat crow!! Actions speak louder then words, mates!! hahahahahaha (just cause i haven't grown up yet)

Mahendra Singh Dhoni. What a guy! Every time I see him captain the team, I'm more and more impressed. He is a true team player. Intelligent, smart with plenty of common sense and a lot of humour. That's gonna take him very very far indeed. And he brings in plenty of energy and vitality.

Pakistan Next! And that's a match I'm already drooling over. A dream final. I couldn't have scripted it better myself. It's gonna be superb and I plan to park my ass in front of the T.V and watch every second of it. And after today, I'm confident that India can do it again. If they play the same way. With.......

Mind & Body, Heart & Soul

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floyd martyres said…
mind & body ..heart & soul...omg im sick of that visa ad...

though as long as the team show passion im down with that..winning isnt always important..tryin hard is rite?

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