I envy you Sachin. Not for the success you have achieved. Not for the hundreds you have scored. Not for the millions you have made. Not even for the fame you have received. But for all the love you have in your life. For a brother who sacrificed his career for you. For a life partner who did the same. For a sister who fasted whenever you batted. For an aunt who fed the half-asleep you, tired from practicing. For a coach who has never complimented you, fearing it might make you complacent. It is such love and support that makes a champion. There is love, and only love, behind every successful man. The love and adulation will never stop for you Sachin. You will never retire from being a hero. Keep those tears for the people who love you.
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