I grew up watching the greatest legends fading and appearing in the arena of Cricket, Nothing could have been more pleasures than watching Pakistani team winning the 1992 world cup. Imran khan standing as a champion while thousands cheered as he gazed upon them with a crystal trophy shining high up above the hearts of the people. This was a Legend I was going to see the last time on the grasses of the stadium. How could be anyone with such a glory was going to part its self from the gladiatorial fights of the arena for whom I had always cheered. I admired the man as I admired the legends of Andy Roberts, Allan Border, Greg Chapel, Kepil Dev, Rod Marsh and the legends I heard about Frank Worrall. itself
Yet my heart forged to see a legend who may appear on the grounds and yet may leave but his versatility over his opponent shall be remembered as legends of all the legends in arena. When he stands even the skies fall upon the knees of the glory, when he moves so the ground moves as for the glory and when he waves his sword high against the most ferocious bowlers attacking him he slits off the opponent with the blade of his sword. He wins the hearts of the millions again and again and continues to do so as long as the strength of his arms lays upon the glory and yet his legend lives for centuries to comes.
As the time passed with my mind and thoughts seeking for a champion, a man hardly five and a half feet tall caught my attention. He looked smaller than the other giant Gladiators, They called him Sachin. How can this little man face the fury of the greatest bowlers of the arena when even the greatest giants feared for being slaughtered mistaking to step upon the pitch? But the man was different. He had a glittering shine in his eyes and a shimmering move as he walked upon the sands of the pitch. His Helmet armor shined in the sunlight as he stood a knight with the sword thriving to strike the gold in arena. Without the stress of fear the man passed through the shadows of the giants gazing upon him with the thirst of Blood and destruction, It seemed like they wanted to tear the little man apart making a lesson for no man with such a stature to ever even consider entering the arena in their presence. As the giants opened the gates of the hell upon the man running on the ground to throw the hell fire upon him the man waved his sword and stroke the hellfire crushing the heat with its blade high across the arena. The entire arena rose as if the lost spirits had awakened in the call of victory. Yes! This was the man ‘’ who brought the entire arena in the roar of the glory’’ they cheered and chanted his name and loved him but what they didn’t know the greatest legacy of the man had just begun, He was to bring more glory to them as for the years to come. No one had ever been as versatile as the man appeared each time facing the giants winning the hearts of the people. Each single day as passed his glory shines high above the skies. He became the greatest of all the gladiators, even the most ferocious giants now feared facing the man. He made his entire nation proud and people from all across the world love him as he entertained them. His name is Sachin Tendulkar. Though today he has officially announced to leave the arena yet the world will remember him for a thousand years as the greatest gladiators of all gladiators, the glory that shall shine in his name for ever and a legacy to be followed for generations to generations.
