I was barely paying attention when Dravid wobbled off the field after his cramp. A minute later I almost choked on my popcorn. There he was. Dada! Leading the team, gesturing wildly at the fielders, ready to fit right back where he belonged. I felt my eyes tearing up and in the background I could hear the commentator say “Who writes these scripts?” It was hilarious. It was emotional. It just felt right. At that moment I realised just how much it meant to me. It’s just such a different feeling when he’s in charge, you know? Like you know he’s gonna make things okay and we're gonna win. I’m not very sure how long it was, maybe seven or eight minutes and then Sachin (our new vice captain?) was back on the field and everybody continued to do what they were doing and the game went on ... almost like nothing had happened.