6pm 27 days, 21 matches, countless twists and turns, and the WPL has come down to this. The game that matters. Which will either see a team gliding over the highest cloud imaginable. Or, plunge them into the depths of disappointment, where the work done prior to tonight or the promise visible on the horizon, will not offer much solace.
On the one side, the Royal Challengers Bengaluru. The irresistible force. Faster out of the traps than the rest, and faster even than perhaps light and sound. Only to stumble a couple of times. And then respond with a performance that often screams champions.
On the other side, the Delhi Capitals. The immovable object. Faltering at the start but flying since. Knowing they have seen this final movie premiere before but itching for something more box-office, and yearning for a different outcome and climax.
And tonight, like at the Brabourne Stadium (twice) and in the nation's capital, they will have a shot. A shot at history. A shot to propel their name up in lights. A shot to exorcise the ghosts that still rankle. And a shot to, finally, put things right.
This is the final. Ultimate stakes, ultimate jeopardy, ultimate prize. RCB, aware of the pain they have caused this team in the past at this very stage, and intent on keeping this title-winning clique intact; the Capitals, carrying the burden of past missteps, but now face to face with fate itself, and dreaming their dream.
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