The IPL is a platform for possibilities. A Delhi boy can grow into a man in Bengaluru and make crores of people hold their collective breath. A Bengaluru lad can rediscover himself and the unfiltered joy of hitting boundaries in Delhi. And a South African can become a cult hero at the Chinnaswamy, and return a year later to potentially throw a spanner into the works of a team he gave so much to.
The IPL, though, is also a league of hope, of romanticism. Where franchises and fans, year on year, invest whatever they have and are capable of, just to find that fitting fairy tale finish. Neither the Delhi Capitals or the Royal Challengers Bengaluru has accomplished that yet. Neither has won the ultimate prize. Neither has even come close to it recently.
But tonight, and for the foreseeable future, they will dream. They will dare to dream. More ambitiously. More evocatively. More vividly. And perhaps…like never before.
 
 
 
 
 
 



 
 
 MSD age factor is there na...
 
 
 
        
          
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