In Delhi, we spent one of the most important day of the year - the final day Cricket World Cup. You see it was always because they were all rather dispersed, and where they could, watching the match - in shops, restaurants, not to mention, of course, homes. Those with less luck had to settle for radio broadcasting, if you could not afford because of occupation or other occupations allow the seat in front of the television. Relatively it was hard to find a rickshaw, especially in the evening, during the critical hours of the victory. The case was particularly serious as that against Sri Lanka (reportedly very strong team) played ... yes, India!
visiting the Red Fort (Lal Qila), we had to put up with people walking everywhere on the radio with fixed cells. I personally do not like it when someone listens to anything out loud in public, but what I said helped. The guards were in their booths, portable poukrywane telewizorki. Madness lurked on every corner, ready to explode as soon as India win.
match, as some may know, it takes about a half-day. First, the ball bounces one team (the other paw), and like all riders fall off, turn it up and then the latter are trying to beat your opponents score. Therefore difficult at any time declare that the team has an advantage, because all predictions are based on statistics, and some good bounce is able to completely change the image of the game. Apparently this is in any sport, but in cricket in my opinion it is much more laborious.
last hour of the match, somehow it was lost and spent the dinner. We sat at the bar eating and drinking beer, and behind our backs took sports festival. I must admit that I liked how the fans behaved (at least those whom I saw), they really played well and the match was as if the only addition to their well-being. There was no cursing, horrible screaming or large nerve, and only from time to time of celebration at the point nicely captured. Sri Lanka has set the bar pretty high, but eventually tipped the scales India victory to his side and won by 6 wickets.
Joy in the bar there was no end, and the window in the distance you could hear the screams and fireworks. One of his fellow guests decided to put all the beer (or maybe just all foreigners, 'guests'?) And suddenly appeared in front of our nose, a large bottle. And now we go to the hotel ... Well, but good:)
I'll just add that the way to me then a little blur (ie the fatigue ...:)), but I remember that I was quite surprised that the celebration ended quickly , at least my back did not notice too many of his signs.
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