The game is known for its glorious uncertainties.
Even the slam-bang-thank-you-ma'm kind of latest incarnation of it has somehow maintained all this romance. This is despite all the bastardization that is forced on it. This fact makes it even more remarkable.
So the romance has outlived and thrived despite all the trappings. Last year it was an unheralded underdog team led by a maverick. This time previous year's worst and next-worst team will be slugging it out in the finals.
The fully blooded beautiful arcs traced by Gilli's bat is something that remains etched into memory. Maybe one of the enduring images of this IPL. Along with those two oneday world cup finals. Way to go Deccan. Way to go Gilli. Way to go Bangalore.
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