Lost the game, Won the hearts.

I’m going to punch every single person who says India deserved to win. Shut the hell up. We deserved to win. Do you get that? You should. Afridi and his team deserved to win. They were the only team in the tournament that played with their hearts.

I’ve never been a cricket fan. The part of me that loved cricket died somewhere sometime. This World Cup and the team green restored the faith in me again. Moreover, I fell in love with the captain. How can you not respect a captain who says sorry to his nation infront of millions of people. He lost the game but won the hearts of the entire nation.

heartbreaking. Get up, Lala. Look, the world LOVES you, regardless. *hugs*

It was because of Lala, our national anthem was played on the land of India. How often does THAT happen? Damnit, its big. Its HUGE. How can you not love a man who made it possible?

It’s hurting. And it’s hurting A LOT that we didn’t win. I have a broken heart and I don’t know how to make everything right. I wish I could go to sleep and wake up when its all over. But that cant happen right? We will never get over this. Never. Atleast I will never.

I want to go and hug each one of the man in green for making us so proud. Its because of them the whole nation today stands together as ONE. Afridi shouldn’t be the one apologizing, we should be the one thanking this man for all his efforts and heart he’s put in the game.

How many times in a year do you see people wearing green tee shirts? I swear, I saw a pathan (no offence to anyone) wearing a bright green shalwar kurta on Wednesday. This doesn’t happen often, and this is the kind of unity we need at the moment. Thankyou boys, you recreated a nation, that’s more than a cup for us.

main bari hu ker Afridi banungi.

Our hearts are bleeding and its still bleeding green.

We love you all regardless. <3

Cricket? More like a WAR.

It’s not cricket anymore, it’s a WAR.

Yes, it IS a war. A war between the two countries who claims to have love for each other but no, we all know what the truth is, we can stand anything in this world but cannot stand Pakistan lose this match to India. We will NOT let it happen. Ever.

BRING IT ON!

Shahid Afridi: One name every freakin’ player fears.  Lala is our man. Love him or Hate him, you just CANNOT do it without it. True fact. He’ll run centuries for you or gets clean bowled on the very first bowl. But we just can’t stop loving him, can we?

Lala k baaaal.♥

I never wanted Aussies to lose the quarter finals to India. It’s always fun to watch Indians cry than to watch Aussies cry. But, we don’t care who we face, we are going to WIN it. It’s more than just a cup now. It’s a reputation, love, and nations at stake.

Can we now get back to Lala? I never thought Afridi looks so hot when sweaty and angry, okay, I’ll stop here now. And the pose that he gives \O/ , yes this one. OOMAIGOODNESS. The most epic thing to watch on television. I loveee it when our players hug him in that very pose. LOVE IT.

♥

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I’ve never been this insane about cricket before, but we all have a reason this time. I can’t wait for March 30, 2011, I can’t wait to shout my lungs out, I can’t wait to wear my green jersey, I can’t want to paint my face with green and white paints, I can’t wait to see India lose the match to Pakistan in their homeland. WHAT AMAZING FEELING.

This feeling of restlessness is insane. I wish we could just push the other two quarter finals and bring the semi finals forward. Excited, nervous at the same time. The butterflies in my stomach have butterflies in their stomachs.  The hype is already unbearable. If I wasn't addicted to the internet, I'd just shut it off for the next six days and sleep till the 30th. Oh well.

Men in Green, please please please, win this for us, win this for me, win this for the color green, win this for the nation, win this for yourselves, WIN THIS. BASS. For, we’re always supporting you guys, NO freakin’ matter what!  <3

mere jawaaan.

Men in greeeen.

Abb de ghuma kay India k munh par!

My name is Gossip.

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