The only thing mysterious about Chris Harris was the fact that International batsman didn’t put every one of his balls into the crowd, or beyond.
That is not true, it was also mysterious that he has looked the same age for roughly ten years, and that age is 53.
His doorknob seamers had the slightest amount of fade on them, but he bowled a great length, was straighter than a Kentucky preacher, and was a clever cricketer.
All that being said, had he bowled in today’s twenty20 world, he might have had to bring spare balls to the ground with him.
He may have ended up as a batsman, just to stop lawsuits of the injured people walking past the ground.
There is a reason I mention him, Ajantha Mendis bowls at a similar speed, moves the ball about as much, and when you have worked him out the only thing left is to work out what stand to put him in.
For those who can’t pick him he is still deadly.
But when you can he is simply the new Chris Harris.
Our lord of Sehwagology can’t pick him, but he doesn’t need to, he just launches him into orbit.
The street smart batsmen who can’t pick him play him off the pitch, and milk him.
Once they work him out though, he goes the distance, the maximum, they moose him, and other stupid things the IPL commentators say.
In two of Mendis’ games he has gone for 38 and 39 without wickets, both times the batsmen have seemed to work him out, and then just got rid of him.
They have reduced a magical mysterious spinner to a balding pasty kiwi.
If I were David Gower I would say that cricket is a great leveller, instead I will say that I talk about Mendis in my book.
when he 1st came on the scene, everyone was raving abt him.. including I.. u were the only one who was saying it was just a matter of time.. Now u can say I told u all!