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WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!!!

... Feels amazing to finally be able to say this!
A gritty performance by a gritty team, guided by a gritty coach/mentor and backed by a gritty fan following running into millions!!!
India's 2nd CWC victory on the 2nd of April, 2011 couldn't have been scripted any better... coming as it did against co- hosts (and one of the teams of the tournament) Sri Lanka... at the original 'Mecca' of Indian cricket, Mumbai, a tailor made finale for the Maestro's last swansong in World Cups!!!
... And so when MSD rose to the occasion and slogged the ball for a 6 in the penultimate over, pandemonium resulted! The much hyped golden geese had finally gotten their hand around the Golden Cup!
But the victory was never as easy as one would have liked it to be! Jayawardene's classic knock under pressure, Pereira's flash in the pan heroics in the last couple of overs, and Malinga delivering those initial blows meant it required a whole lot of strategising and a lot more composure ( add a million prayers) , but as Sangakkara himself admitted, the 'better team won'!!!
A word about the opposition, Mahela and Sanga...RESPECT!!! And Murali, a genius, a bitter end to a stunning career, but nevertheless, he has a medal from '96 to keep him going!
... And so for a country obsessed with numbers and stats, this is indeed an ironic victory, no centuries scored, no fifers or hatricks taken and no hundredth century amassed, yet the victory was sweeeeet!!!
Dhoni, now having lifted the elusive cup, has finally cemented his place as the greatest ever captain! And as for the nation... Bleed Blue! The Cup has truly COME HOME! :D
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