Please India, please put Dravid out of his misery.
I can’t do this any longer.
I can’t watch him at the crease.
I can’t standing him in this kind of pain.
If you have any heart at all, put him down.
I am sure he can average 30 runs a year for the next 2 years on sheer grit and determination.
But this is not the Dravid we fell in love with.
It saddens me that youngsters will remember Dravid as that dude who stood in front of the stumps for an hour or so at a time before departing them.
There was a time when he was king.
At that time his forward defence could give you an erection that could kill jesus.
He was nick named the wall for good reason, getting through to the stumps was like deflowering the girl who runs the born again Christian chatroom.
While his Indian peers batted with flamboyance and panache, he batted like a starving dude fighting for the last loaf of bread for his family.
And a lot of us loved him for it.
But now he is holding on a little too tight.
The magic has left him, he may still make the off fighting half century, he may even ass a century, but this is not the man we loved.
He is a photocopy of a replica that was taken from an out of focus picture in a dark and dreary rain storm.
Dravid, your fans will always love you, but stop torturing yourself, careers finish, but legends remain.
Leave now, because you are too good to be dropped.
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