If you follow cricket, you must have seen a fast bowler with the bright red ball in his hand galloping in full throttle.
In a past life, I played cricket and was a fast bowler.
I did that too... being aggressive, sole aim to drive fear into the batsman.
I did that too... being aggressive, sole aim to drive fear into the batsman.
My goal, however and above all else, was to dismiss the batsman -- always. But intimidating him with a sharply rising back-of-a-length ball aimed at his neck or into his midriff or the chest, below the arms were all fair game.
I have hit batsmen in the past. The one I remember always was this bespectacled fellow, he was dogged in defense, he was adept in holding one end up and marshaling tailenders around him.
The ball I bowled took a bad bounce off a green area of the pitch and went straight into his jaw.
He fell down like a sack, his face bloodied.
He was wearing a helmet but the bounce was very awkward, it climbed from under the grill.
Luckily there was no damage apart from a cut lip (that was where the blood came from).
After a short break, he was back, after having been tended to by the first aid people.
My bowling mate, also a fast bowler, threw me the ball and indicated to york him.
That's what I did, the batter was shaken by the blow, and tamely shouldered arms.
The wicket shattered behind him.
Numbers 10 and 11 lasted 3 balls between them.
We all wanted to be Allan Donalds and Shaun Pollocks...
...and we were
