Chapter 47: The Price of the Potion
The ten-minute break between innings was just long enough for the Kamrup team to catch its breath and for the Sivasagar team to collapse. Raghav sat on the metal bench on the sideline, his cap pulled low, his right arm buried in a plastic bag of melting ice that dripped cold water onto his trousers.
The rest of the team was electric.
"48! We bowled them out for 48!"
"That was a massacre!"
Coach Sarma let the energy build for a moment before cutting through it. "Quiet!"
The team flinched.
"The job is not done," Sarma said, his voice a low growl. "A win is not a win until the last run is scored. You go out there, you get arrogant, you lose three quick wickets... and 48 looks like 148. This is cricket. It is a game of momentum. We have it. Do not give it back."
He pointed at his captain. "Rohan. Rishi. You open. You do not get fancy. You do not get arrogant. You get the runs. You finish this in ten overs. Understood?"
