We love our heroes. So much, that we just refuse to accept that they aren't the 20 year olds they once were. The legs are heavier. The reflexes slower. The eyes, a shade dimmer. And the hair, thinner.
In the last decade or so they've scored tons of runs. They've won some matches for the country. Almost won a lot more. Currently in the twilight of their careers, it's more of the latter.
Yet we forgive. We'd rather see them being embarassed at the crease by sprightly young fast bowlers, than see their places taken by the Badrinaths, Karthiks and Tiwaris.
No, don't blame the selectors. They don't want their effigies burnt on the street on which they live.