Happy Birthday VVS.
A Tribute To A Very Very Special Batsman
The only other batsman to have so captured my imagination was Viv Richards. As wide-eyed schoolboys, my friend and I reveled in his ruthless destruction of bowlers the world over, whether it was Jeff Thomson slinging them down at a hundred miles per hour, or the flight, spin and guile of Bishen Bedi.
Laxman was a different specie of batsman, and I was drawn to him for totally different reasons. With him it was the measured ease, the near-faultless precision, the well-lubricated wrists.
There was a vulnerability about him that sometimes left you exasperated. But then you had to accept it as part and parcel of an overall excellent package. I remember staying up late one night to watch him play in New Zealand, only to go sullenly to sleep when he got out early, bowled trying to wrist a straight ball to leg. I then had to chide myself in the morning when I contemplated that the same shot often elicited cries of delight from me as the ball sped to the leg-side boundary. If you’re going to celebrate such an exotic shot, you have to be prepared to accept that the execution will occasionally go awry.
West Indies played India in a test match a few years ago at the Feroz Shah Kotla, if memory serves me right. India were in their second innings, the ball was reversing and Fidel Edwards was getting the ball to tail in wickedly late at high pace. One delivery swung back sharply and breached the nigh-impregnable defences of Rahul Dravid and disturbed his stumps. Laxman was next in and I feared for his wicket. Though he was playing against my team I still wished him some runs; not more than say 40 odd, mind you, but despite always cheering for West Indies I was still partial to being charmed by his batting.
A Tribute To A Very Very Special Batsman