Being a Delhi Capitals fan sometimes feels like supporting in silence while the rest of the room celebrates someone else.
I’ve been here since 2008. I’ve seen us finish last, rebuild, collapse, rise again—and still show up every single season.
We don’t have a fanbase full of glory hunters.
We don’t switch sides when things get tough.
I was here even when we finished last in consecutive years—and I stayed.
And maybe that’s why we’re not the loudest.
Today I was sitting in a packed club in Delhi. I saw people genuinely disappointed when Vaibhav Suryavanshi didn’t score…
but when DC won, there was no real reaction. No excitement. People just moved on.
And for a second it hit me—where are our people?
Then I come here.
And I realise—we exist. Just not always in the same room.
This team isn’t about trophies for me. It never was. It’s something deeper. It’s habit, attachment, identity at this point.
Of course, seeing India lift an ICC trophy in 2024 was an incredible feeling—one of those moments you never forget.
But for me personally, the day DC wins the IPL will hit differently. It’ll be years of loyalty, frustration, and belief finally coming together.
So this is for every DC fan who stayed when it was hard, who didn’t jump ship, who didn’t chase trophies.
We might be scattered.
We might be quiet.
But we’re real.
💙 DC till the end.