The Day We Won The Cup Once Again
It doesnt feel good to be 35.
Portion sizes need to be watched. Exercise is needed just to stay alive. Trusting someone else becomes difficult.
And, worst of all, people expect you to be responsible.
Sometimes though, itâ€™s not all that bad. Being old that is. Because unlike many of you young tykes, I was there. On both THE days.
In 1983 I was old enough to understandÂ we had done something great. In 2011 I am old enough to understand why it is so.
Throughout the tournament, Dhoni had made some bizarre selectorial calls, mostly involving preferring almost everyone else, including Sreesanth, over Ashwin. (It was an ironic testament to Ashwin being chronically ignored that during the presentation when Ashwinâ€™s name was called, Sehwag stepped up to receive his medal). But then for every misadventure in selection (which Dhoni to his credit has owed upto), heÂ had also captained well in the field, with aggressive bowling changes and field placements.
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