The night before

Match eve, darkness, the team holds hands to calls spirits

Many voices: Ek Patiala, oye large old monk..

Garry: No, no, I want you to reach out to the spirits of former great cricketers and ask them…

UV: Oye, what ask them, what they like drinking hahaha

Garry: That’s not funny

Hulchul Singh: When did we say it’s funny teri..

All laugh for obvious reasons….

RDX: Tch tch…the team’s sense of humour has touched an alltime low

UV: Like your form…

RDX: I refuse to…

Garry: Ok, this isn’t working, turn on the lights…

Lights come on…the players are seen in compromising positions

Garry: Let’s talk about tomorrow – this is a strat meet, let’s define the Bangladesh team first…

DKNY: They’re not hairy

Jatman: They’re ordinary…that sounds like a bhajan…they’re not hairy, they’re ordinary…

Garry: Then how are we different from them?

MS: In that case I will sit out

Hulchul: I will sit out too

Garry: That’s a start, now we’re not hairy, but what about…

BosST: Before they can, we will call them ordinary...

Jatman: Thank You…

Chorus: Thank You...

Safe struts in, guit slung, and before you know it, UV, MS, Hulchul are running all over the place

Safe: Let’s make it large guys!

Lights go off:

Garry: Lights!

Reveals players in compromising positions again…

UV: Oye he said, let’s make it large

They all break into song as Jatman sways like a sadhu

They’re not hairy, they’re ordinary
They’re very small, in front of them
Even little DKNY looks tall
They’re not hairy, they’re ordinary
They like to lose, we’ll help them tie the noose

UV: Oye, let’s call for some booze…it rhymes

VVS: I feel hurt listening to them

RDX: I’m off to the library