Over and over.

Creating a whole new subdivision of the Tamil meme culture.

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That everyone wanted in on.

It helped that he’s been in form. Dhoni’s numbers in this IPL put him in a very select group of nine men — it was four prior to the 2024 batting boom — who have been able to score at least 100 runs in a season at a strike rate of twice that. But even that can’t quite explain what he means to the fans. Something else did.Chennai Super Kings needed 50-something, possibly thousand, runs to beat Gujarat Titans. Everyone was screaming. Waving the flag. Thumping their chest. Dancing on seats. Only these guys were dressed in yellow — painted in some cases — and somewhere in the back of their mind they understood they were losing but it didn’t seem to matter. Usually, it’s the game that galvanises fans like this. The intricacy. The history. The chaos. The heartbreak. But this time it was a man. One man. The man.Dhoni was out of his crease, and having waited until the bowler had released, he earned himself the chance to do anything he wanted. So up went the backswing. Down came the bat. Still stayed the head. And snap went the wrist. The ball had safely boarded the helicopter and was off for an unforgettable ride.On Saturday in Bengaluru, CSK were behind enemy lines, their supporters stunned into silence and forced to contemplate an end that felt like it had come a bit too early. It was the final over. His eternal playground. And it started with a 110-metre six. Dhoni had given the ball an ultimatum. Disintegrate or disappear.He fell immediately after. So, potentially the last scoring shot of a career defined by big hits was a big hit. As he walked away, he offered one of those rare bursts of emotion. He punched his bat. Later, when it was confirmed that CSK were knocked out of the playoffs, the camera panned to him slumped against one of the chairs in the dugout and light was reflecting from the sides of his eyes. Almost as if there had been tears there. Millions of us watched him in that intimate moment and wondered if he had it in him to give us another season.It started raining in Chennai at exactly this time. We had hoped for more than this. Not for us. For him. We’ve been raised to believe in third-act miracles. We thought 2023 was it. He thought 2023 was it. «This is the best time to announce my retirement.» A city of 6.5 million waited with bated breath at 2 in the morning hoping there would be a «but». And there was.My mother stayed up with me and my brother that night. That was her first season of watching the IPL. Now she texts me stories about Dhoni. Pictures of him when he was a kid. Rumours of the struggles he’s going through. I’d spent all my life thinking my grandfather’s love for the game had skipped a generation. By the way, this is what it’s like in pretty much every household in Chennai this time of year. You walk in and you’ll see (a mother, father, little son and thala).

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