Tonight I saw Jesse in the flesh for the first time.
And what wonderful flesh it was.
Sure he only lasted half an over, but even watching Jesse at the non strikers end was a delight.
He doesn’t just lean on the bat, he slouches in a provocative 1930s femme fatale type of way.
And while other batsmen walk out like nervously, or over-ambitiously, Jesse walks out like he is on the way to the pub.
He might have failed, but he can never truly fail in my eyes.
I hope that he comes to SL….perhaps I could offer him a pint from the boundary line! :P
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