Sweet as the sugar from Demerara

The smile is as sweet as the sugar from his native Demerara, the eyes a gentle Asiatic brown,

the physique and body language about as menacing as Mickey Mouse in pyjamas.

Behind such frail and uncommonly deceptive features, though, lies a focus of burnished steel, the sort of concentration

and aversion to risk normally found among chess grandmasters ..... :cool:

In the greater scheme of things, in a world so addicted to hasty, thoughtless judgements that the words "exaggeration"

and "hype" apparently require the prefix "over" for us to understand them, and "great" :

no longer has any meaning whatsoever (in a qualitative sense)

Want persistence, stickability, dependability and sod-artistic-impression single mindedness ?

Call Shiv :cool:

                               

The ugliest batsman of them all ?

The most anonymous top-rank cricketer ever ?

The most patient, obstinate, cussed, indomitable, atypical sportsman of the third millennium ?

The ultimate limpet ?

Here, after all, is a chap about as likely to profess a desire to entertain

as Mel Gibson is to proclaim his love of all things Yiddish.... ::

He also guards his privacy as a lioness does her cubs.

Even calling him "Shiv" feels like over-familiarity,

even an intrusion ...

Shiv remind me of another activity , the young flashy ones would be gunghu , slam bang and they are prematurely    ejected from the crease . This is not the case with Shiv as he will grind it out for long hours the  controlling the bat with  incredible stamina  until that climatic conclusion .

why  mention Mel Gibson love for all things yiddish when he could have stated Otis gibson love for all things Indian

He shouldda be as sweet as Berbice sugar  :tongue: