One of the great things sport teaches you is respect.
Respect for your fellow team mates who have trained hard and share the same cause as you.
Respect for the umpires who choose to officiate so you can enjoy the contest.
Respect for your opponent whom you invited into your house so that you could play in the first place.
Respect for the game that gives you the opportunity to spend a night watching legends bravely deploy their craft.
Those in Cuttack who threw bottles onto the ground yesterday deserve no respect.
Cricket gave to you, and in return you spat in its beautiful face. A big green horrible phlegmmy effort.
Cricket doesn’t exist for you to disrespect it.
Today you should feel shame. Apologetic. Childish.
You were one of the privileged 35,000 people in the world who was able to see Kohli, AB, Hashim and Dhoni play last night. Live. With your own eyes. Billions will never get that opportunity.
You took a dump on it.
Families were at that ground. Children who learn from adults. What did you teach them yesterday apart from arsehattery?
South Africa are your guests. The Indian team are your brothers.
Cheer. Yell. Scream. Cry. Laugh. Applaud. Be inspired.
None of these require the hurling of bottles at anyone.
You are about to host a T20 World Cup. Grow up.
Being a chutiya is not cool.
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