nothing beats the sight of watching him in action... naturally bestowed with a frame most would die for, he is a visual treat... neither short and stump nor lanky and gawky, just perfect... this perfection translates into magic when he pulls the cherry from outside the off-stump and dispatches it to that distant corner of the park... his frame lends itself to a lot of ethereal stuff... watch him drive into the covers and in the course, me crazy... the silken grace which underlines and defines his cuts in the square is unparalleled...the straight drives down the park will do any geometry faculty proud... the wrist-mechanics could be analysed and dissected across tables and over cuppas...
Reinforces my belief in the game best played in the old-fashioned manner... loads of grace, style, white clothes and nonchalance ...
Ask the nawab of hyderabad, who he has allegedly modelled himself on, or.... better go down under and check out with the mates whose apple he turned into, in the Garden of Eden...
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sadly me has stopped watching since a year.....no updates eitehr...except for tiny bits of news here and there....
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