Thank you, for orchestrating the highest-ever IPL total, for setting Hyderabad ablaze with your captaincy. For making Sunrisers a team that strikes fear, and a team that believes in its own firepower.
Fuck you, for the MCG Test. For the all-round masterclass that shattered India and sealed our fate. For the ruthless precision that snatched our WTC final hopes away.
Thank you, for moments of sheer magic, like that diving catch against Punjab Kings, a display of athleticism that made us dream.
Fuck you, for reclaiming the Border-Gavaskar Trophy after a decade. For stripping away one of our greatest bragging rights against the baggy greens.
Thank you, for breathing life back into Sunrisers Hyderabad with your tactical brilliance and unwavering belief in our underdog franchise. For every game-changing spell, every strategical masterclass, and every moment that made us believe.
Fuck you, Pat Cummins, for The Oval. For suffocating us with relentless pressure, for crushing our World Test Championship dreams. For leading a team with the quiet arrogance of inevitability, as if our downfall was merely a formality.
Thank you, Pat Cummins, for bringing calm to our chaos. For steadying the ship in stormy waters, for guiding the Sunrisers with an elegance we hadn’t known in years. For being the leader that turned turbulence into triumph.
Fuck you, Pat Cummins, for silencing 120k voices in Ahmedabad. For turning a stadium of roaring dreams into a graveyard of stunned silence. For dismantling a billion hopes with a spell so clinical, so merciless, it felt preordained.
Sport is a love story written in heartbreak. It is the greatest paradox. It gives us heroes to worship and villains to curse. But sometimes, they are the same. Pat Cummins is both. The architect of belief and the executioner of dreams. The leader who crushes hope and the one who quietly builds it back again.
He has broken our hearts, only to remind us why we love this game. He has silenced us, only to make us listen. He has taken everything, yet left behind something greater—the certainty that no matter what, we will always believe again. Because that is what great players do. They are both the storm and the lighthouse. The ones who break us, and the ones who make us.
So, as a Blue, I will always despise him. But as a Hyderabadi,
In Cummins, we trust.