Blast from the Past

My eyes were witnessing the perfect manifestation of peccadillo, which is going to cost the team I adore, very heavily. It was a bumpy ride to say the least, with fortunes switching sides like the LJP leader RVP. The moment you thought it's done and dusted with, there comes that fireball of uncertainty ready to bleed hearts. It was a heart break, and unfortunately for fans like me. A person not given to composure at such times can become dreadfully annoyed. MI, right through this tournament has flattered to deceive, and when we started to move towards the business end of the tournament, they seemed to have moved away from business. There's nothing wrong in losing, but the way you lose, which sometimes seems to have become a habit, is surely a point of concern.
By this morning, I was quite pacified and reflected upon what MI could have done better to find themselves in a comfortable position. Solutions didn't come through, but a strange analogy gripped my mind. Suddenly, the things I have come to witness from MI, more often than not, are the things which I was quite used to seeing in mid nineties.
MI, with all their might and talent, seem to be an incarnation of the team of 90's. Ironically, they also have their name ending with "Indians". I just wonder, how these things can come back to disappoint us.
The way this team plays, is very much similar to what we have already seen from our national team in 90's. One man army. There you had a single fighter standing among the ruins, trying hard to mend the team's losing ways with individual brilliance, and yet captaining the side. Whoopsieee!!! What do we have now? A similar set of players, or rather a bundle of nerves, who are so fond of watching themselves in dire straits that even the patrons would have felt jealous.
That loss to Zim in WC 99 still hurts many of us. Among all, we chose Henry Olonga to be anointed as the king of the match. Yesterday, we were seeing nothing different. Munaf Patel is the new hero. A man, center point of all the jibes and tirades, not so long ago for his attitude and behavior on the field, had managed to pull it off for his team.
The one common thing, which stares directly into our eyes, is the glory associated with captaincy for a certain man. Calling him a man in itself is blasphemous. The legend fought hard yesterday, which he was doing circa 90's all the time. Your heart goes out for the man who has fought hard throughout his life, but still finds him and the team he commands on a slippery pitch.
Heart break it is, for me and umpteen fans, but HE has to fight again with HIS team tomorrow. Let's wish him and his team good luck!