A gigantic projector screen.
An office auditorium packed with employees.
A crowd that went ballistic every time the ball crossed the boundary.
A crowd that jumped with joy every time we took a wicket.
Pepsi, popcorn, chips, chocolates.
Passion, excitement, joy, delight.
A game well-played.
A match brilliantly won.
And now only a lap to run.
Before our dreams are fulfilled.
Before we get the golden cup
In which our nation’s heart lies.