From drizzling to sixer show to bowling scare, it was all
the typical Bangalore at show on 13/05/2013 when RCB were matched up against
the ‘always terrible’ Delhi Daredevils. The buzz around the Chinnasamy was
unbelievable at around 3 pm itself that you would be forgiven for thinking it’s
an evening game.
The innumerable police force and the ‘full black’ gym boys aka
the private security force was at full force making a mini traffic jam in
Queen’s road on the pretext of working. They basically had nothing to do with
an exception of only one instance when a bunch of kids ran near the gate when
they assumed- after watching the police and security lining up on either side
of the road-the players are about to arrive. When asked about it,
“Bhai, RCB would arrive now. They have to warm up no? And
add net practice to that. They should be here by 3 30 or so”
They little knew the team would arrive three hours later
than they imagined and they were happy to get a close look of their favourite
stars, with the most favourite being Gayle and ABDV, finally after a long wait.
Not surprisingly their enthusiasm never dropped in that three hours and in fact
it went up with every minute in anticipation which was very much visible in
their answers to my questions.
Starting with “Jeetega bhai jeetega bhai RCB jeetega”, their
most favourite player among Gayle, Virat and ABDV was Gayle because “Gayle can
hit big sixes”. Hardly a surprise again and they never seemed to care about the
fee paid for Yuvi that ate the fund
which would have accounted a reliable bench nor did they singled out any player
for team’s terrible fortunes unlike the Social media. I was taken aback when
they moved to the Chinnasamy bus stop after the team bus entered the stadium. I
ran towards them and wondered aloud to know, “We were just here to get a glance
at em and now we have to hurry back home so that we don’t miss the toss”.
Oh the tales about unadultered bunch of real fans and
thankfully there were different sets of people to entertain- Those lot who
wanted to buy tickets, Those few who wanted to sell tickets, those vendors
wanting to make everything out of this one odd day and finally those who were
restless to get inside the stadium. The beauty of this, obviously, is the tales
everyone had. The first set- those who wanted to buy tickets- were the best of
the lot. They never cared to hide their desperation to get tickets running here
and there with rubber banded hundred rupee notes. All they did was to ask anyone and everyone
if they were selling the ‘825’ tickets. They had little luck though. They
rarely found sellers of the cheapest tickets in Chinnasamy. The luck was not
with the few sellers as well as they were finding takers for costlier tickets.
Maybe the franchise should consider revising the ticket structure which hardly
made any sense.
There was no trouble whatsoever in getting into the stadium
which took just five minutes from the gate to seat with four minutes going in
Police/Watch dogs massaging- well, almost- you in the name of checking for
things you are not supposed to take inside the stadium. As I walked off the remaining one minute, I
spent it cursing the stupid Bangalore weather which had a terrible sense of
timing. If we had an Indian Premier League on weather, Bangalore would have
been the unopposed ever existing champions. The game play of weather was that
good.
It went from no hint of any rain to drizzling to stopping for a while
delaying the toss by just twenty minutes to drizzling again to raining to
drizzling again and it was 8 40 pm when it decided to show some mercy on us.
The stadium workers would have cursed rains as much as we did or even more than
we did because they were the ultimate losers having to take covers on and off.
The toss was just fun watching Virat looking upto KP which had the same effect
of watching Parthiv and Gayle together. Nothing
was audible and I deciphered KP is quite lanky.
Aaaaar Ceeee Beeeeiii slowly became Weee want sixxx as Gayle
took the strike. Gayle being a good man responded tonking Shami over
midwicket. Having let Duminy escape in
the first over Gayle was not prepared to waste the second opportunity. Sending
one ball to second tier, he hit a four. Just as the crowd believed he hits six
whenever asked for, he saw his stumps fly coming down the wicket trying to
smash Shukla. Jersey number 18 was the next. He looked as troubled as ‘Ashwin
against Maxwell’. Just as the example there was only winner out there as Virat
failed again. However as a sequel to Ashwin Maxwell tale, Yuvi looked as
comfortable as Maxwell treating every other bowler as his Ashwin.
One interesting thing is the crowd never really seemed to
worry with falling wickets. The cheer for the next batsman was increasing with
every wicket till ABDV got out. Because Sachin Rana was the next batsman. ABDV
was welcomed with the loudest cheer and he made sweetest sound with his bat.
The sound of ball hitting his bat was as gorgeous as the man himself. Abraham Benjamin
de Villers is all about love. He is kind of a super hero who never disappoints
anyone. He appreciated the crowd whenever possible- thumbs up, clap, oh that
beautiful smile- and the crowd didn’t hold back its love for the man. If you
ask me, the most loved, most appreciated and undoubtedly the most gorgeous
player in Chinnasamy is him. I hope I can express my love for ABDV someday.
The crowd erupted
with Aaaaai Beeeee Deeeeeeee and it seemed everyone in the crowd is leading a
troubless life with unbelievable joy dancing on their faces. And then their
love was bowled ending up in a faint Aar Cee B chant. To be honest, no one in
the stadium thought we would celebrate Diwali in a while. Every six of Yuvi was
greeted like a Diwali. The Yuvraj Singh trademark bat swing was back with crowd
going crazy from Aaaaaar Ceee Beeeeee to Yuviiiiiiiiii Yuviiiiiiii to Singh is
King.
RCB started defending its total with no one daring to
predict the outcome of the result after what Smith and Faulkner did. With every
over the crowd lost a substantial part of its nail and nothing was left to bite
during the final five usually nightmare overs. For a change, RCB managed to do
the impossible- Defending a total.
Virat Kohli’s celebration after victory means full paisa
vasool for the umm 25 percent empty Chinnasamy crowd. Walking off the steps,
where Vada Pav and the not so tasty Veg -not a biryani- was forty rupees less
than it cost during the game, wondered how worse would have been the situation
for RCB had it not been for DD. Thank you Delhi
Dardevils for being utter shit and helping us save our grace every
single time.
