Mahendra Singh Dhoni is serene, and yet filled with zeal. He is an athlete, and also a thinker. He’s man and he’s god. An entity energised by contradictions. Much like India itself. Modern and traditional. Hot and cool. On April 2, batting in the World Cup final, only once did Dhoni’s eyes flash in anger. He’d hesitated while starting off for a run and was lucky the direct throw didn’t hit the stumps. He raised his bat and brought it down with a shout and a smack on his padded leg. A rare show of emotion.
But the moment was short-lived, he became his usual self again, Captain Cool, playing an innings of great nous (with its habitual ugly swipe) and won a beautiful victory for India. Gautam Gambhir made more runs, but in everyone’s mind the captain was the Man of the Match of the World Cup final. It was a fair call, Dhoni was the man who put legs to India’s chase, he’s the man who put steel into this Indian team’s spine.