"Giggsy, give us a wave!" "Giggsy, Giggsy give us a wave!"
A group of children sitting inside the Jawaharlal Nehru Indoor Stadium were doing their best to attract the attention of a 42-year-old man standing a few metres away from them.
The children tried their best, but were drowned out by the screams of a thousand others, each chanting the name of the man who had just entered the arena.
Ryan Giggs had just checked into Chennai. And not surprisingly, everybody wanted a piece of the former Manchester United winger, manager, serial winner, and all-time great.
Giggs acknowledged the crowd before taking his seat next to Paul Scholes, Ronaldinho Gaucho, Michel Salgado, Hernan Crespo and Luis Figo, thereby completing a row that could now boast of nine Champions League titles, 25 Premier League medals, 10 La Liga titles, and one FIFA World Cup.
Premier Futsal -- casually dubbed the T20 for football -- had officially started, and Chennai knew they were in special company.
You could almost forgive the city for not wanting to turn up. Tickets were steeply priced, and went up on sale just two days before the tournament. And while promos of the event -- featuring Figo and Indian Test captain Virat Kohli -- were aired regularly by the official broadcasters over the last month, the vast majority of Chennai had no idea that they would be hosting the first three days of the tournament!
It was evident that logistics were being worked out till the last minute; the official fixtures and squads were also not known to the public till last week.
Chennai has always prided itself on being a "knowledgeable bunch" when it comes to sport, a title that stood validated 17 years ago when the packed crowd at the Chepauk gave the Pakistan cricket team a standing ovation after India had lost a close Test.
The city loves its sports teams; ISL champions Chennaiyin FC have a cult following, while anybody even remotely associated with Chennai Super Kings enjoys superstar status. And now with a galaxy of football icons in their backyard, this was a chance for Chennaiites to truly go global, and to give these stars a welcome they would never forget.
When word had spread that the likes of Giggs and Scholes were setting foot in the city, fan groups on social media immediately started putting plans in place to assemble outside the Chennai airport on the morning of their arrival.
Security has been tight throughout the event and access to the players limited. However, determined fans have driven long distances -- braving Chennai's infamous traffic -- and waited for long hours at the players' hotels, just to catch a glimpse of their heroes. Some returned with priceless selfies while others returned home empty-handed, but it's unlikely they had any regrets.
On Friday night, the entire stretch from Chennai Central -- the city's railway station -- to the stadium, a good 20-minute walk, was converted into a fan zone. There was little room for cars, bikes or auto rickshaws; football fanatics of all age groups hogged the streets.
Football rivalries were temporarily put aside, if replica jerseys were any indication. Ronaldos and Messis walked together, while Rooneys, Zlatans, Hazards and even a Harry Kane helped themselves to group photos.
Inside the stadium, it was euphoria. The opening ceremony and forgettable tournament anthem out of the way, it was time for the real deal.
Seeing all these stars in the flesh was one thing, but Chennai wanted more. Their appetite worked up, they now had to see these stars work their magic right in front of them.
Their heroes had already waved to them, but now, Chennai wanted them to turn back the years. They wanted Giggs to give his opponents twisted blood, Ronaldinho to elastico his way around the 'keeper, and Scholes to make an inch-perfect diagonal pass to a team-mate.
It did not immediately turn out as expected. Giggs' Mumbai were up first against the hosts Chennai and their marquee player Falcao. "No bro, it's not that Falcao," a young boy in the crowd explains to his confused friend. With all the cheers and attention on Giggs, it was almost easy to forget that Alessandro Rosa Vieira, hailed as the greatest Futsal player in the world, was also on the turf.
The crowd had mixed emotions. On one hand they wanted to support their team, but a vocal majority also wanted Giggs to "tear 'em apart". Giggs did produce the occasional moment of brilliance -- a no-look pass, a nutmeg and a weighted pass for an assist -- but it was clear to the crowd that both sets of players were struggling to cope with the pace and format of the game.
Mumbai eventually ran out 4-2 winners in a laboured match, but Chennai was not disappointed.
"Chennai, please now put your hands together for RONALDINHOOOOOO..."
The announcer had barely completed the sentence before the crowd burst into a chorus of "Dinho! Dinho! Dinho!"
Ronaldinho had just strolled out to the pitch, and with everyone -- team-mates, opponents, ball boys, even the officials -- wrapping the Brazilian in hugs and clicking selfies with him, a buzzer was needed to remind all that there was still the actual matter of the match to be played.
Ronaldinho's Goa versus Crespo's Kolkata. The crowd waited with bated breath for 'Dinho' to dazzle, but there was no stepover, no rainbow, no nutmeg, no body feint. Nothing.
Here was a footballer who once made defenders look foolish, always played with a smile, and even brought the Santiago Bernabeu Stadium to its feet in applauding a Barcelona player.
Now, Ronaldinho was struggling to move his way around the field, mistiming passes, and inexplicably even silenced the crowd with his subdued performance. Only a heavy dose of music from the upcoming Rajinikanth starrer Kabali managed to jolt some life into the stadium.
The game was that muted, livened only when the Goa goalkeeper, perhaps bored with the proceedings, decided to take on the entire Kolkata defence all by himself with a mazy dribble.
The fans continued to throng the stadium the next day, but there was an iota of disappointment, even if they didn't explicitly show it. Surely there would be more from these legends?
The goals started to flow more freely, and the players began to play with more tempo and urgency once the nuances of Futsal were completely grasped.
Some sparks briefly flew when Giggs accused Salgado of diving, but that too blew over quickly. Scholes took center stage next, to thunderous applause, but even he could not quite roll back the years; there was no well-timed volley directly from a corner, despite the crowd's repeated request for him to "SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!"
It was now the last day of the Chennai leg -- games Monday onwards will be played in Goa -- and while the actual Futsal on the pitch may not have met the fans' unrealistic expectations, the crowd filled up Nehru Stadium for the third day running, reveling in another infectious four hours of song, dance and chants.
The banners were out in full flow, and one man even brought with him a Brazil flag, no doubt in anticipation of Ronaldinho's last bow at the stadium.
Ronaldinho strode out to with his trademark grin; but something was different this time. He was almost apologetic with his bows to the crowd, as if he had a point to prove for his lacklustre display two days earlier.
This was his moment and chance to repay the audience for their faith in him, and he delivered in style. Five times.
With Scholes and his Bengaluru team struggling to impose themselves on the game, Goa ran riot.
The crowd was desperate for a Ronaldinho goal, and he obliged inside five minutes, stopping the ball dead with one touch before feinting to send the 'keeper the wrong way and tapping into an empty net.
Two days earlier, Ronaldinho had struggled to string together two simple passes. On Sunday night, everything he tried came off, with ridiculous ease.
Bengaluru tried to double-team him, but Ronaldinho would simply hold two defenders off, before effortlessly flicking the ball onto the path of a teammate.
Three defenders would block his way and he would simply turn the clock back to 2005 at the Stamford Bridge, giving the opponents the jig, and then the jag, before coolly passing the ball into the net.
Bengaluru would go physical on him, but Ronaldinho would simply hold the ball on his chest, lift the ball over a defender, and head it towards a player in a Goa shirt.
Ronaldinho would appear to be a little tired, dropping to his knees, only to regain a sudden burst of speed, exchange passes with a team-mate, and shoot into an unguarded net to complete his hat-trick.
Ronaldinho would simply look one way and pass another, bamboozling his frustrated opponents, and leaving the crowd in utter disbelief. Even Scholes could be seen clapping on one occasion.
It was magical. It was breathtaking, bordering on the cruel. But it was pure box office.
The show wasn't over, though, and there was some fairy dust left yet in Ronaldinho's legs.
He had to top his three first-half goals with another stunner, and he did so by controlling and swiveling in one movement, before lobbing the ball over a defender's head and into the goal. So deft was Ronaldinho's touch that the ball appeared to hang in the air for an eternity, giving the audience enough time to let out both an "ooh" and an "aah" before it rested into the net.
This was his night, and he was not going to go out without a statement. His fifth goal was just a simple one-on-one finish, but the celebration trumped everything else he had done before.
With "Dinho, Dinho" still echoing around the stadium, Ronaldinho jumped over the tournament hoardings and into the cheerleaders' stage, treating everyone to some Brazilian samba.
Full time: Goa 7-2 Bengaluru; Ronaldinho with five goals, a couple of dozen tricks not out of place in a video game, an infectious smile, and a half-decent celebratory dance.
Ronaldinho bid farewell to the crowd, and placed his arm on his ear, conjuring one last deafening roar from the crowd. Ronaldinho had heard Chennai, and Chennai had just heard Ronaldinho.
At the end of a three-day carnival that had meaty, but unspectacular cameos from Giggs, Scholes, Salgado, Crespo and Falcao, Ronaldinho had just put up a show that Chennai is unlikely to forget in a hurry.
Not everyone had the same reaction, though.
"Man, I can't believe it," a red-clad boy could be heard while exiting the stadium. "I just saw Paul Scholes mistime a tackle in front of my own eyes. My life is made!"
Many lives were.