The stage was set. The clouds had cleared over Lord's. The Indian tricolour fluttered away on top of the iconic balcony. The entire scene was in many ways synonymous with the immense pride we Indians were feeling. Then, the National Anthem was sung – goosebumps. And so it began – India’s best chances to win their maiden Women’s World Cup silverware. The two best teams competed at the best venue. Neither gave an inch to the other.
Mithali tossed the ball to her trusted aide, Jhulan. And then magic descended; that white ball dispelled the gloom over London, that white ball epitomised the spirit of this Indian team, that white ball was always Jhulan's best mate – it thumped its chest and made sure England remembered it forever.

