On the most rewarding night of his cricketing life, Amol Muzumdar did not want to dwell on the least rewarding days of his cricketing journey. “My playing days are gone,” he stone-walled a question on his unfulfilled career. Another allusion was firmly pushed through covers, as he would repeatedly essay in his pomp. “Don’t make it sound too dramatic!”

The narrative thread is irresistibly filmy: Muzumdar, the nearest among the nearly men of Indian cricket, arguably the greatest Indian cricketer to have never worn the crisp white robes for his country, stirring the women’s team to their first World Cup triumph. From nearly man to man of the hour. It was a stage where he could have embellished the script with an emotional flourish, he could have wept and kneeled to kiss the turf, he could ha

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