Daredevils, a misnomer.

In IPL1 and 2, the Daredevils were just that, daredevils. Firing till the semis, topping the pool, and then bottoms up, ready for a spanking.

The two captains so far, Jatman and friend-of-Jatman, are both highly inventive – they are hands-off, the wind and waters will steer the ship type of captains. The captain is one of the crew, so in a way they’re from the world-is-flat school of thought. Though at times it would appear there is no thought.

Look what they did: they played an Englishman; he may not look like one but Owais Shah is just that. So far he and Collingwood were bench boys. In Delhi they would call them Bench*****. Two semifinals in two years would suggest that’s the way to go.

Then their lucky mascot Vettori, sure he was injured, but when was a mascot supposed to play? Having Vettori on the sidelines makes Mishra work extra hard to keep it that way. In Vettori’s absence Mishra went for 59 of 4, he hasn’t gone for those many in an ODI?

Then there’s Jatboy Sangwan, he’s a wicket-taker, but old man McGrath took his place.

Gambhir and Dilshan converted their T20 form into 0DI form, both scoring at nearly run a ball. Poor gutsy long nosed Mithun Manhas did his hamstring.

And the Daredevils did themselves. Now they play the Cape Cobras, for pride and crap like that. How low can you get?