His hands are too soft, he can barely hold the bat. He basically has fairy floss on the end of his arms.
Instead of doing everything he can do to ensure his average raises above it’s modest forms he gives it away when trying to help his team win a test.
His eyes are rather soft and deep, he has the innocence of someone who hasn’t had to be relied upon for runs as his main profession.
He’s never really made any runs before today, other than two charity hundreds.
He seems kind and thoughtful, liked he’d be really interested in how your nan is.
His test average is lower than Lou Vincent’s.
He’s rarely asked to bat twice in a test.
He isn’t seen as the new Gilly, Kumar, Alec, Dhoni or even Haddin, when people say he’s a wicket keeper, they don’t mean a shaved monkey with gloves stuck on his hands.
In no way does he seem self involved or like his shit doesn’t stink.
He’s never going to be captain.
But in this test he was thrust up the order, against the odds, while better players were dismissed or hit, he just batted.
His first real hundred, in style, first innings in the UK, nice fucking work you soft handed wicket keeping gun.
It was an innings that a real test batsman would be proud of, so Prasanna should be even more proud because I doubt anything thought he had an innings like that in him.
Jayawardene still isn’t a test batsman, but today he played like he wanted to be one.
And sometimes, that’s enough.