So after convincing myself all this tme to catch him play in his 200th test on the television due to all the hullabaloo over the tickets, this golden opportunity suddenly strikes to me just right before he comes to crease. I leave home with the speed of lightening, run a half-marathon from Churchgate to Gate 4
of Wankhede, almost collapse in the seat, in the stand named after his own.
Couldn't believe for a moment the sight I was seeing, can't explain the
experience of being with hundreds like me. Mad mad fans! Clapping, screaming,
dancing and Mexican weaving... cheering him in every possible way, every ball
he struck or even left behind the wicket, every time he came to strike. The
time that's history in itself. Don't know if it was a game of destiny or a
response to its strong desire of a fan but it sure gave me a day to remember,
forever!
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