Howzzat?

• There is nothing quite as exciting as going to watch Viv play a T20 match in the new season.
  
  
• There is nothing quite as surprising as finding 3 more mini-supporters (two aged 5 and one aged 10) whose dads were in Viv's team (also known as 'the good team' in a gesture of absolute immaturity on the part of the writer).
  
  
• There is nothing quite as pleasing as children speaking in perfect English minus the annoying Singlish accent.
  
  
• There is nothing quite as touching as a 5-year-old offering you the last piece of candy in his bag.
  
  
• There is nothing quite as scary as finding yourself sitting next to an aunty who says, "Oh you're supporting good team? I'm supporting evil team. My two boys are in it. So let's see who wins yeah?"
  
  
• There is nothing quite as annoying as not being able to clap for the good team because said aunty is sitting next to you.
  
  
• There is nothing quite as liberating as telling aunty, "I think I'll sit with the members of the good team (good team was batting first) and get some running commentary." and running off.
  
  
• There is nothing quite as random as a 5-year-old suddenly reappearing next to you and saying, "Oh no! My dad made zero again?!" (random because his father hadn't even gone in to bat yet!)
  
  
• There is nothing quite as fantastic as the good team making more runs in 20 overs than Australia made in 50 overs in the match against India.
  
  
• There is nothing quite as shocking as suddenly finding yourself surrounded by members of the evil team who are now sitting and watching their team bat and wondering who the heck you are. The kids, as most kids of that age are wont to do, had disappeared.
  
  
• There is nothing quite as weird as being looked at strangely by the evil team's members when you suddenly clap or yell out your support for the good team.
  
  
• There is nothing quite as cheeky as eavesdropping on the discussions of the evil team.
  
  
• There is nothing quite as awesome as hearing them praise the good team's wicket-keeper. :D
  
  
• There is nothing quite as cute as the other 5-year-old running off towards the boundary where his father was fielding, yelling "I am going to talk to my father!" during a particularly un-happening over.
  
  
• There is nothing quite as funny as how you only have either of two reactions in your head with each ball played, no matter which team is playing - it's either "SHOT!" or "SHIT!"
  
  
• There is nothing quite as intense as the look on the face of each player as he walks back after getting out. No matter how much applause there was, the look stayed the same - the 'cut-it-out-guys!' look. Goes on to prove that no matter what others say, the only goals that matter are the ones you set for yourself.
  
  
• There is nothing quite as mean as waving at above-mentioned aunty with a big smile after the good team wins.
  
  
• There is nothing quite as gross as going home in a car with 7 other people, 4 of whom are stinking cricketers who have decided to have a bath at home instead.
  
  
• There is nothing quite as fabulous as coming home and discovering that India kicked Aussie ass too.

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