It's been an extraordinary week for Indian cricket - a week of extraordinary celebration, a week of extraordinary nostalgia but also, sadly, a week of extraordinary disrespect, cynicism and insensitivity. But isn't that how it always has been, with Indian cricket?
First to the celebration, and not without basis, too. Young India, vibrant and exuberant and intrepid, thrilled and entertained audiences at the Champions Trophy with a brand of cricket that was of the top draw. India won the Champions Trophy, yes, but long before they had choked England into submission in the final at Edgbaston, they had been recognised and eulogised as champions by everyone who saw them play in England and Wales.
This was brave new India, positively aggressive with the bat, more than passable with the ball and electrifying in the field. The first two aspects of their cricket were, in many ways, not too dissimilar to what we have come to expect from India over the years; the fielding, however, was spectacular. A plethora of brilliant fielders who love for the ball to come to them, and who look at fielding as a release rather than a chore, raised standards like never before. India wooed and wowed the fans with their alacrity, athleticism, anticipation and accuracy. It began as a novelty at the start of the tournament but by the end it had come to be accepted as the norm, and there can be no greater compliment to a cricket team not necessarily known for brilliance beyond batting and bowling.