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T20 Inaugural World Cup 2007– A rare title triumph for India

When asked how he would keep his feet on the ground after winning the title. "Maybe," he said, "I can retire from cricket." – Dhoni, Indian Skipper 2007.

A rare and a special moment. India clinches the T20 world cup in a thriller.

The new child of cricket, yet to take its place in the world cricket, could not have asked for a better propaganda, could not have dreamt of a final like this. India vs. Pakistan in the finals, 40-over match with victory playing peek-a-boo with both the teams, before saying “booooo……….” and extending its hands for a warm embrace to India. That is India vs. Pakistan for us.

Amidst the tense moments, a few “aaaa…s” and a few “ooo…s” and a few heart-stopping moments, India has done it! Sweeping aside the hurt of ICC world championship, we WON a nail-biting thriller. We are the champions and we deserve every bit of it; the victory, the celebration, the stardom.

Gambhir’s fearless batting allowed us to pose a respectable total. And R.P.Singh shall now become a HERO for Indian cricket with his performance in T20. Little to choose between Irphan Pathan’s crucial middle-over spell, Joginder Sharma’s final over, Uttapa’s run out and Sreesanth’s wicket among his frenzied rhythm, India has clinched the title. Whatever Sreesanth fouled in his bowling, he made up for it in his wicket of Sohail tanvir and his catch of Misbah who threatened and almost took away the match from us. With world cup at stake, and a thousand eyes watching the ball and a few million hearts in their throats and team-mates hopes on him, only he shall know how he did it. Clinging onto the ball with his life, he signalled the close of the match. After two weeks of outstanding, back to back performances from team India against England, South Africa, Australia and Pakistan, India won the inaugural world T20 championship at the Wanderers.

Again the cricket fanatics, the same fanatics who burned the effigies of our team India a few months ago, shall start worshipping these new heroes and start expecting the unreachable… and so, before our cricket loses its beauty, thanks to the craziness of the fans… thanks to the media hype with the polls, tarot cards, discussions and voting, let us savour this victory. Let us drain our highly emotional quotient completely and celebrate while the victory is still alive and fresh. Let us join hands in applauding the young team who played fearlessly with unity and was led by a person who still has a long way to go in cricket. The beauty of this victory is its freshness and the passion with which the game was played. This team came in with the least expectations and enjoyed their game. Held their nerve and played cricket in its true beauty. The tune of this new team sounds melodious. Let us allow them to bask in this glory for a few days.

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