By the time I walked in to the Delhi bar to catch the end of the Cricket World Cup Final, the energy had long since dissipated.
Australia’s probable win had now become an inevitability. They just needed to avoid grievous errors, and the victory would be theirs.
The hundreds of people watching the screens were deflated. This was their World Cup to win, on their home soil, and to miss out at the final step was tough. It reminded me of my own disappointment from a few weeks ago with the Rugby World Cup final.
All of it made me think: that’s just sport. Sometimes we get the fairytale we want, and other times it’s a bitter pill to swallow.