A Dream Realised: My First Steps on the Melbourne Cricket Ground

Trisha Ghosal at the MCG alongside the Australia skipper, Pat Cummins
Trisha Ghosal at the MCG alongside the Australia skipper, Pat Cummins (PC: Trisha Ghosal/X)

Trisha Ghosal in Melbourne

For every cricket lover, the Melbourne Cricket Ground (MCG) is more than just a stadium—it’s a sacred colosseum, a theatre where legends are forged, and history is written. On Monday, I stepped into this hallowed ground, and for a fleeting moment, time stood still.

As I walked through the entrance, my heart raced. The enormity of the arena hit me instantly, its vastness both intimidating and inviting. The stands, empty for now but alive with echoes of past roars, seemed to whisper stories of heroes and heartbreaks. I paused, took two deep breaths, and let the atmosphere seep into my very soul.

The scent of freshly cut grass mingled with the crisp Melbourne air, carrying the weight of countless battles fought here. My mind raced back to iconic moments—Warne’s magical leg spin, Dhoni’s final six in 2015, and India’s heroic stand in the 2021 Border-Gavaskar Trophy. And here I was, a tiny speck in this grand tapestry of cricket history.

For a sports journalist, it’s easy to get caught up in the grind—deadlines, interviews, and the endless pursuit of breaking news. But standing on the MCG felt different. It wasn’t just about work; it was about belonging. I wasn’t just reporting cricket; I was living it.

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Trisha Ghosal at the Melbourne Cricket Ground (MCG)
Trisha Ghosal at the Melbourne Cricket Ground (MCG) (PC: Trisha Ghosal/X)

As I walked around, I imagined the thunderous applause that would soon fill the stands. I thought of the players who’d grace this field, carrying the hopes of nations on their shoulders. And yet, the MCG, with all its grandeur, felt oddly intimate—a place where cricket’s heart beats loudest.

I stretched out my arms, closed my eyes, and let the weight of the moment sink in. This wasn’t just about stepping on to a cricket field; it was about realising a lifelong dream. The MCG had always been a distant dream, a mythical entity I revered from afar. Yesterday, it became real.

As I left the ground, I turned around for one last look. The MCG, bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun, seemed to smile back, as if saying, Welcome to the club.

It was a day I’ll never forget—a dream that now lives forever in my heart.

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