They, the Sri Lankan people, didn’t find what they were looking for from the current players of the previous players, the look-alikes or the avatars. Instead what they found each time is a legend of a new caliber. Aravinda never was a Duleep Mendis, Mahela never was an Aravinda, Sanga never was a Sanath and the list goes on and on. The newer set of players developed an identity of their own.
This had happened to me once or twice and as far as I can remember not more. Ah there was another one. So I can remember altogether three innings I had batted, where I could do almost anything I had imagined.
It was the semi-finals of Inter Faculty Cricket tournaments in 2013, on a casual Saturday. We had an early exit in the last season’s tournament and I, being the captain, wanted to do the most of it as it was my last tournament.
Batting is an art, no doubt about it. Batsman is an artist. I cherish the moments; the Elegance of a Cover Drive, the Arrogance of a Pull, the Authority of a Straight Drive, the Touch of a Glide. When all comes together, from backlift to follow through, there is no better sight to be seen off a batsman.