What if

Sreesanth had dropped that "2-million-dollar-with-one-crore-for-Yuvraj-5-10lakh-for-may-
others-from-state-governments-and-so-much-more" catch.

Misbah had hit that "i-can-do-an-Ashraful-i-can-be-cute-in-victory-all-shall-see-my-'bat'-of-
steel" shot right.

Rohit hadn't made those "1-six-and-2-fours-made-all-the-difference-in-the-end-i'll-take-the-
onus-of-the-final-surge" thirty runs.

Afridi had connected that "slow-between-the-fingers-it-so-should've-gone-for-six- this-was-the- one-time-that-i-skied-it" delivery from Irfan.


Yes, I am a "screamed-myself-hoarse-hugged-the-life-outta-my-colleagues-danced-
like-there-was-no-tomorrow-sat-at-the-same-place-i-was-sitting-when-
a-wicket-fell" kind of fan.
Yes, I do love this "no-time-to-think-wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am-lets-hit-it-out-
of-the-park" version of entertainment (note:NOT sport).
And yes, I know what matters is this historic "we-beat-them-although-not-so-hollow-and-now-every-Indian-is-
singing-our-praises-and-we-shall-now-get-a-lot-of-endorsements" victory.

But, what if.... *shudder*...